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never wore. They had no fingers,
only a thumb, and I doubted
whether Gus would wear them;
but I made up my mind that he
would be glad anyhow to keep his
chilblains from the wind.

I don't think I shall ever forget
his look when I presented them to
him, holding them by the pretty
blue wool which fastened them to-
gether. That his “petite made-
moiselle” should think of him, and
make him a present, too! and then
that that present should be one that
he could not anyhow use! It was
fairly too much for him; he looked
at them, he looked at me, turned