“John, don’t!” she cried. 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. " "Odd's me! do you think so?" cried the host of the Trumpeter. She had felt very uncomfortable around him, grotesque.
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