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hand in hers, and she gave it a squeeze, and she said:
“Never mind, Pollie! bear up!”
I did not know what she meant, but it was very nice of her, though I had not the slightest intention of doing anything else. But, as my mother used to say, human sympathy is at all times precious. So I gave her squeeze for squeeze. And I wished that Tom was there.
