And she had ordered her sister's servant back for certain reasons of her own.
"Very well, very well.

You always will go on, and always on the road you choose yourself.

Although it requires a vast deal of knowledge to know that there is any road here at all." The widow, who looked very comely for her age, and sat her pony prettily, gave way (as usual) to the stronger will; though she always liked to enter protest, which the elder scarcely ever deigned to notice.
But hearing that Eliza had a little cough at night, and knowing that her appetite had not been as it ought to be, Philippa (who really was wrapped up in her sister, but never or seldom let her dream of such a fact) turned round graciously and said: "I have ordered the carriage here for half past three o'clock.

We will go back by the Scarbend road, and Heartsease can trot behind us." "Heartsease, uneasy you have kept my heart by your shufflings and trippings perpetual.

Philippa, I want a better-stepping pony.