The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones. . His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again.
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