Those are all nice things, but it’s not what I want. Anna, quitting her chair, dropped on her knees by her sister’s side and took her hand. There was all the knavery, and more than all the drollery of a Spanish picaroon in the laughing eyes of the English apprentice; and, with a little more warmth and sunniness of skin on the side of the latter, the resemblance between them would have been complete. Anna and her escort exchanged glances. "What I do is for the best, and I can only hope she may have strength to bear the separation. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed.
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