Anna, quitting her chair, dropped on her knees by her sister’s side and took her hand. " "Anything else, Sir?" "No:—stay! you'd better not bring up any silver forks or spoons. “Your brother has gone?” she asked Sydney, between the courses. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. There was no response. He found the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across the fields in the direction of town.
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