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It felt too good. She was slender, and sometimes she seemed tall, and walked and carried herself lightly and joyfully as one who commonly and habitually feels well, and sometimes she stooped a little and was preoccupied. Give me your hand. ” Her hand hung over the side of her chair nearest to him. “A girl needs her mother most exactly when she thinks she doesn’t. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. ‘That’s a loud one.
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