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. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. Part 4 MY DEAR VEE, he wrote. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. Then he was to arrest you and bring you home to me.
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