” She turned and fitted the latchkey into the door. He listened. I don’t want you to be sad. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. ” She stirred gently in her chair. . . ” She shook her head. Maternal relations. " So saying, he left the room. She handled it half fearfully, and set it carefully down again. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation.
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