Their flitting hands were always touching. He reached over and took her hand. ” He rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. "Stay!" said Jonathan, aiding his descent; "you had better take my lantern. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers.
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