The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. Don't you understand? Back among your own again, and only a few of us the wiser. ‘Aye, that she was. ” “Some people should not be allowed to be foster parents. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. I do not admit the truth of a word which you have said. She is more dear to me than anything else.
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