Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. " Ruth slightly brushed the withered cheek. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song.
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