Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. For a long time neither spoke again. 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. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire.
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