Isabelle said, “You better get into the bed and get some sleep...“
These days, George had been sitting on a chair and sleeping by the bedside, hardly sleeping at all.
George declined. “The bed is too small.”
Isabelle said, “I feel cold sleeping alone.”
George reached into the blanket and felt around. There was hardly any warmth inside, and her hands were freezing cold. He lifted the blanket off her body, took off his coat that still had warmth, and covered her with it, then covered her with the blanket. He then turned off the light and lay down on the bed.
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