He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. He replied, \"Want to go sit down somewhere?\" \"Sure.
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