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Please
don
’
t
,
I
said
.
She
stopped
,
but
it
was
torn
half
across
.
"
But
it
’
s
bad
,
bad
,
bad
.
"
Then
suddenly
she
sort
of
threw
it
at
me
.
"
Here
you
are
.
Put
it
in
a
drawer
with
the
butterflies
.
"
The
next
time
I
was
in
Lewes
I
bought
her
some
more
records
,
all
I
could
find
by
Mozart
,
because
she
liked
him
,
it
seemed
.
Another
day
she
drew
a
bowl
of
fruit
.
She
drew
them
about
ten
times
,
and
then
she
pinned
them
all
up
on
the
screen
and
asked
me
to
pick
the
best
.
I
said
they
were
all
beautiful
but
she
insisted
so
I
plumped
for
one
.
"
That
’
s
the
worst
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
’
s
a
clever
little
art
student
’
s
picture
.
"
She
said
,
"
One
of
them
is
good
.
I
know
it
is
good
.
It
is
worth
all
the
rest
a
hundred
times
over
.
If
you
can
pick
it
in
three
guesses
you
can
have
it
for
nothing
when
I
go
.
If
I
go
.
If
you
don
’
t
,
you
must
give
me
ten
guineas
for
it
.
"
Well
,
ignoring
her
dig
I
had
three
guesses
,
they
were
all
wrong
.
The
one
that
was
so
good
only
looked
half
-
finished
to
me
,
you
could
hardly
tell
what
the
fruit
were
and
it
was
all
lop
-
sided
.
"
There
I
’
m
just
on
the
threshold
of
saying
something
about
the
fruit
.
I
don
’
t
actually
say
it
,
but
you
get
the
idea
that
I
might
.
Do
you
feel
that
?
"
I
said
I
didn
’
t
actually
.
She
went
and
got
a
book
of
pictures
by
Cezanne
.
"
There
,
"
she
said
,
pointing
to
a
coloured
one
of
a
plate
of
apples
.
"
He
’
s
not
only
saying
everything
there
is
about
the
apples
,
but
everything
about
all
apples
and
all
form
and
colour
.
"
