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The matter being settled thus, little Paul began to cry most piteously,as if he had a foreboding that no good would come of it.'What's the matter with the child?' asked Susan.'He's cold, I think,' said Polly, walking with him to and fro, andhushing him.It was a bleak autumnal afternoon indeed; and as she walked, and hushed,and, glancing through the dreary windows, pressed the little fellowcloser to her breast, the withered leaves came showering down.
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