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292 was cold. He felt a hot wave of joy suffuse him. Almost immediately she released him, and took off her hat.

“That is better” he said.

“I was afraid of the pins,” said she.

“I’ve been dodging them for the last hour,” he said, laughing, as she put her arms under his coat again for warmth.

She laughed, and, making a small, moaning noise, as if of weariness and helplessness, she sank her head on his chest. He put down his cheek against hers.

“I want rest and warmth,” she said, in her dull tones.

“All right!” he murmured.