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No
Annie
was
there
;
and
when
they
called
to
her
,
no
Annie
replied
.
But
all
pressing
out
of
the
room
,
in
a
crowd
,
to
see
what
was
the
matter
,
we
found
her
lying
on
the
hall
floor
.
There
was
great
alarm
at
first
,
until
it
was
found
that
she
was
in
a
swoon
,
and
that
the
swoon
was
yielding
to
the
usual
means
of
recovery
;
when
the
Doctor
,
who
had
lifted
her
head
upon
his
knee
,
put
her
curls
aside
with
his
hand
,
and
said
,
looking
around
:
‘
Poor
Annie
!
She
’
s
so
faithful
and
tender
-
hearted
!
It
’
s
the
parting
from
her
old
playfellow
and
friend
—
her
favourite
cousin
-
that
has
done
this
.
Ah
!
It
’
s
a
pity
!
I
am
very
sorry
!
’
When
she
opened
her
eyes
,
and
saw
where
she
was
,
and
that
we
were
all
standing
about
her
,
she
arose
with
assistance
:
turning
her
head
,
as
she
did
so
,
to
lay
it
on
the
Doctor
’
s
shoulder
—
or
to
hide
it
,
I
don
’
t
know
which
.
We
went
into
the
drawing
-
room
,
to
leave
her
with
the
Doctor
and
her
mother
;
but
she
said
,
it
seemed
,
that
she
was
better
than
she
had
been
since
morning
,
and
that
she
would
rather
be
brought
among
us
;
so
they
brought
her
in
,
looking
very
white
and
weak
,
I
thought
,
and
sat
her
on
a
sofa
.
‘
Annie
,
my
dear
,
’
said
her
mother
,
doing
something
to
her
dress
.
‘
See
here
!
You
have
lost
a
bow
.
Will
anybody
be
so
good
as
find
a
ribbon
;
a
cherry
-
coloured
ribbon
?
’
It
was
the
one
she
had
worn
at
her
bosom
.
We
all
looked
for
it
;
I
myself
looked
everywhere
,
I
am
certain
—
but
nobody
could
find
it
.
‘
Do
you
recollect
where
you
had
it
last
,
Annie
?
’
said
her
mother
.
I
wondered
how
I
could
have
thought
she
looked
white
,
or
anything
but
burning
red
,
when
she
answered
that
she
had
had
it
safe
,
a
little
while
ago
,
she
thought
,
but
it
was
not
worth
looking
for
.
Nevertheless
,
it
was
looked
for
again
,
and
still
not
found
.
She
entreated
that
there
might
be
no
more
searching
;
but
it
was
still
sought
for
,
in
a
desultory
way
,
until
she
was
quite
well
,
and
the
company
took
their
departure
.
We
walked
very
slowly
home
,
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
Agnes
,
and
I
—
Agnes
and
I
admiring
the
moonlight
,
and
Mr
.
