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She
had
soon
begun
tormenting
him
with
her
rather
touchy
vanity
.
One
day
,
for
instance
,
alluding
to
her
four
thorns
,
she
remarked
to
the
little
prince
,
"
I
'm
ready
for
tigers
,
with
all
their
claws
!
"
"
There
are
no
tigers
on
my
planet
,
"
the
little
prince
had
objected
,
"
and
besides
,
tigers
do
n't
eat
weeds
.
"
"
I
am
not
a
weed
,
"
the
flower
sweetly
replied
.
"
"
Forgive
me
...
"
"
I
am
not
at
all
afraid
of
tigers
,
but
I
have
a
horror
of
drafts
.
You
would
n't
happen
to
have
a
screen
?
"
"
A
horror
of
drafts
...
"
that
's
not
a
good
sign
,
for
a
plant
,
"
the
little
prince
had
observed
.
"
How
complicated
this
flower
is
...
"
"
After
dark
you
will
put
me
under
glass
.
How
cold
it
is
where
you
live
-
quite
uncomfortable
.
Where
I
come
from
-
"
But
she
suddenly
broke
off
.
She
had
come
here
as
a
seed
.
She
could
n't
have
known
anything
of
other
worlds
.
Humiliated
at
having
let
herself
be
caught
on
the
verge
of
so
naive
a
lie
,
she
coughed
two
or
three
times
in
order
to
put
the
little
prince
in
the
wrong
.
"
That
screen
?
"
"
I
was
going
to
look
for
one
,
but
you
were
speaking
to
me
!
"
Then
she
made
herself
cough
again
,
in
order
to
inflict
a
twinge
of
remorse
on
him
all
the
same
.
