Ice had begun to form in the shallows. "Not my king's," returned Wood. 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. Ennison too, always handsome and debonnair, seemed transported out of his calm self. Wood. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. As for loving you, I do. behind the Laundromat.
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