You must forgive the poet’s license I take. F. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. His eyes never left her face. ’ ‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am. Fire; she was full of it. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. ” He said. ” “As one friend to another.
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