So the talk went on. 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. He never asked questions; he never addressed his companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. I’d need to be out of my senses. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year.
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