The food was scarcely touched on their plates, yet they were trying to make talk among themselves as usual; they seemed as though they dared not let themselves be silent, when Sylvia, sitting opposite to the window, saw Philip at the top of the brow, running rapidly towards the farm.

She had been so full of the anticipation of some kind of misfortune all the morning that she felt now as if this was the very precursive circumstance she had been expecting; she stood up, turning quite white, and, pointing with her finger, said,-- 'There he is!' Every one at table stood up too.

An instant afterwards, Philip, breathless, was in the room.
He gasped out, 'They're coming! the warrant is out.

You must go.

I hoped you were gone.' 'God help us!' said Bell, and sate suddenly down, as if she had received a blow that made her collapse into helplessness; but she got up again directly.
Sylvia flew for her father's hat.