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| 13 | 483 | How piteous were her View more quotes about small">small hands, opening and closing, in the wrist rings. |
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| 13 | 480 | I had not even, this early in the evening, elected to enter her. |
| 13 | 481 | "Please touch me, hold me," she wept, helplessly. |
| 13 | 482 | I did so. |
| 13 | 483 | How piteous were her small hands, opening and closing, in the wrist rings. |
| 13 | 484 | "I did not know it could be anything like that," she said. |
| 13 | 485 | "It was nothing," I told her. |
| 13 | 486 | "Nothing!" she wept. |