warm them. He was agreat clumsy boy of fourteen, dark-faced, dull-eyed, and uncared-for. He was clumsy because itis impossible to be graceful when you are growingvery fast and have not enough to eat. He wasdull-eyed because all eyes met his unlovingly. u6 Happy Holidays He was uncared-for because… … Hyacinthe shambled to the door and opened it home to the cold loft where he slept, when heheard Pierre 1Oreillards voice shouting outside. Be quick, be quick, and open the door, thouimbecile. It is I, thy master. Oui, mon maitre, said Hyacinthe, and heshambled to the door and opened it. Slow worm!…
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