” She whispered. Their poor hands!” “I know,” said Mr. Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. She tried not to pant, not to reveal herself, and she began to shake. All this was the work of a minute. She seemed to be making some sort of inventory. . So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object to object.
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