C297 Fatal Attraction 2

I wanted to stand up and thank her as she approached, but she hastened to me, bent down, and held out her left hand, rather tenderly. Uncle, are you all right? It would be such a pity to see those delicate hands, those skin that could be broken by the wind, being held by my dirty hands. I shake my head and stand up on my own, smiling back at him. I'm fine, thank you