He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. For the first time that day, she was finally able to look into his face. “I must take them,” she said, to help herself over her own incredulity. He's neighbourly; he has a jingle for every ache and joy I've had.
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