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`He's cold, I think,' said Polly, walking with him to and fro, and hushing him. It was a bleak autumnal afternoon indeed; and as she walked, and hushed, and, glancing through the dreary windown, pressed the little fellow closer to her breast, the withered leaves came showering down. |
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