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"Ruskin, what are you doing?" Charles Augustus Milverton asked his secretary when the man leaned closer to him in the carriage.
"I am huddling for warmth, sir." Ruskin answered, laying his head down on his employer’s shoulder.
"The weather is quite hot now. It is summer. There is warmth literally everywhere." Milverton pointed out, significantly gesturing at the shining sun in the sky.
"I am huddling for your warmth then." Ruskin clarified it with a blushing face and didn’t sit back to his own place.
“That is an acceptable reason.” Milverton gave in and let his secretary continue the huddling.