“Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. " "Pray cease this nonsense," said Winifred, "and quit the room, or I will call for assistance. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own.
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