Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head. “I cannot say more. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. Every one of those four stories would be accepted. As though accidentally she swept her skirts from a chair close drawn to her own. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest.
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