He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. We all did that in our youth, when first we came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed. I have always had a secret crush on him, to be honest with you. " This readiness to surrender the coat to her surprised Ruth. “I don’t think I CAN do that,” she said.
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