Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. She had even confided to him how lonely it was in the island. ‘Sapristi,’ he shouted angrily. “She must be warned. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. He greeted the corpulent boy at the register, whose tag read, \"MY NAME IS Jason\" with familiarity. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it.
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