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Here he sat down, with a glisten in his eyes, and called for a little mulled bastard. All the maids, who had now come back, raced to get it for him, but Annie, of course, was foremost. And herein ended the expedition, a perilous and a great one, against the Doones of Bagworthy; an enterprise over which we had all talked plainly more than was good for us. (...)

(...) And he changed his face every moment so, and with such power of mimicry, that without so much as a smile of his own, he made even mother laugh so that she broke her new tenpenny waistband; and as for us children, we rolled on the floor, and Betty Muxworthy roared in the wash-up.

Annie was her love and joy. For Annie, she would do anything, even so far as to try to smile, when the little maid laughed and danced to her. And in truth, I know not how it was, but everyone was taken with Annie at the first time of seeing her. She had such pretty ways and manners, and such a look of kindness, and a sweet, soft light in her long, blue eyes, full of trustful gladness.

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