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Yet either the rest or the wine seemed already to have done him good. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek.
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