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‘
Because
you
know
,
my
darling
,
’
I
remonstrated
,
‘
you
are
not
a
child
.
’
‘
There
!
’
said
Dora
.
‘
Now
you
’
re
going
to
be
cross
!
’
‘
Cross
,
my
love
?
’
‘
I
am
sure
they
’
re
very
kind
to
me
,
’
said
Dora
,
‘
and
I
am
very
happy
—
—
’
‘
Well
!
But
my
dearest
life
!
’
said
I
,
‘
you
might
be
very
happy
,
and
yet
be
treated
rationally
.
’
Dora
gave
me
a
reproachful
look
—
the
prettiest
look
!
—
and
then
began
to
sob
,
saying
,
if
I
didn
’
t
like
her
,
why
had
I
ever
wanted
so
much
to
be
engaged
to
her
?
And
why
didn
’
t
I
go
away
,
now
,
if
I
couldn
’
t
bear
her
?
What
could
I
do
,
but
kiss
away
her
tears
,
and
tell
her
how
I
doted
on
her
,
after
that
!
‘
I
am
sure
I
am
very
affectionate
,
’
said
Dora
;
‘
you
oughtn
’
t
to
be
cruel
to
me
,
Doady
!
’
‘
Cruel
,
my
precious
love
!
As
if
I
would
—
or
could
—
be
cruel
to
you
,
for
the
world
!
’
