I'm afraid my grip was a bit weak, and that my hand shook a little.
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"I'm really frightfully sorry," he said.
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There was a knot of people who had gathered, standing a safe distance away on the sidewalk.
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He smiled, the old ingenuous boyish smile I remembered from New Hampshire.
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"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
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I smiled, too.
I took it and we shook hands.
I'm afraid my grip was a bit weak, and that my hand shook a little.
"I'm really frightfully sorry," he said.
There was a knot of people who had gathered, standing a safe distance away on the sidewalk.
He smiled, the old ingenuous boyish smile I remembered from New Hampshire.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
I smiled, too.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )