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He stepped into the drawing-room, where Lucy was still attentively pursuing the Sonatas of Mozart.
Having released his noble bosom of its burden, he would have modestly withdrawn himself, but that the wigged gentleman with the papers before him, sitting not far from Mr. Lorry, begged to ask him a few questions.
So Honeysuckle, always obedient--at least with her father--would saw the string in two between the sharp stones, and with a childish cry of despair would watch her favourite kite, blown by the wind, sail farther and farther away, until at last, straining her eyes, she could see it sink slowly to the earth in some far-distant meadow.
Then Sara suddenly turned the handle, and threw it wide open.
