’ ‘Take care,’ warned Hilary, his eyes on his improvised bandage. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. “I want to ask you a question,” he said. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. That is the dreadful truth. “So should you. ” Her answer was terse.
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