1 Then she remembered her brother.
2 "And provide umbrellas," said her brother.
3 "Thoughts without words," her brother mused.
4 "And leaving books on the floor," said her brother.
5 my brother who rose from the depths of her lily pool.
6 She pushed her way through the chairs to a seat beside her brother.
7 But, brother and sister, flesh and blood was not a barrier, but a mist.
8 My brother says, they built the house north for shelter, not south for sun.
9 An only child, left by your brother, so I've heard, in your Ladyship's charge--him that perished at sea.
10 "And we mustn't, my brother says, thank the author," Mrs. Swithin repeated, looking in the direction of Miss La Trobe.
11 How often her mother had rebuked her in that very room--"but in a very different world," as her brother would remind her.
12 To cut the matter short, Sir, my brother Bob left all he died possessed of to his only child Flavinda; with this proviso, mark ye.
13 She advanced, sidling, as if the floor were fluid under her shabby garden shoes, and, advancing, pursed her lips and smiled, sidelong, at her brother.