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Her hair was done up in a knot behind, but some would fall over her shoulders; and the dancing of the light was sweet to see through a man's eyelashes. There never was a face that showed the light or the shadow of feeling, as if the heart were sun to it, more than our dear Annie's did.
Fearing came into the room at noon, he gave one swift, anxious glance at her face, and then fell on his knees and folded his face in his hands. I knew that Annie was safe. Then he went into the next room, silently took Aunt Ann by the hand, and leading her back to Annie's bedside, pointed to the little beads of moisture on her forehead and said, "Saved!"
"They say the essence of the food soaks in through the pores." "I am quite well," Annie repeated, and the door closed behind her. "Dear Annie! She is always doing odd things like this," remarked Jane. "Yes, she is, things that one cannot account for, but Annie is a dear," said Susan. "I hope she is well," said Annie's father. "Oh, she is well enough. Don't worry, father," said Imogen.
She did not know with what a tender echo her words went roaming about in Annie's bosom, awaking a thousand thought-birds in the twilight land of memory, which had tucked their heads under their wings to sleep, and thereby to live. But the days went on and the hope was deferred.
"Well," resumed our governess, smiling, and pressing Annie's hand, "I was going to say that the old gentleman had kept a kind of diary or great memorandum-book, in which he had written oh, in such a neat, stiff, stalky kind of hand! all kinds of things that had happened among his friends and acquaintances for many years.
All at once Charlotte turned and laid a hand on his arm. "Jeff," she said, very softly and close to his ear, "we must take little Ellen home with us to-night." "What!" "Yes, we must. She's such a shy little thing. Every time I've been here I've found her frightened half to death. It worried Annie dreadfully." "Well but, Charlotte some of these women can take care of her Annie's friends."
When the pedestrians passed, the door was decorously closed, and no one visible but a young man, who snatched something out of the road, and marched away again, whistling with more vigor of tone than accuracy of tune, "Only that, and nothing more." Summer ripened into autumn, and something fairer than "Sweet-peas and mignonette In Annie's garden grew."
She was very proud of her sister now when she came to Welby Square, and everybody, whether in Mrs. Jennings's set or in Hester's, was struck with Annie's beauty and brightness.
Was it indeed true that sentiment, the emotions, the tenderer things of life, a woman's immeasurable inheritance must all these things go also into the discards of the world's vast bloody bargain counter? She remembered Annie's rude but well-meant words, back there where they once crudely struggled with these great questions. "What's the use of trying to change the world, Sis?" she had said.
It was for poor Annie's sake that I had spoken my mind to her husband so freely, and even harshly. For we all knew she would break her heart, if Tom took to evil ways again.
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