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"
Yes
.
As
last
night
.
It
is
my
wedding
shirt
.
"
"
Put
thy
feet
here
.
"
"
Nay
,
that
would
be
abusive
.
They
will
warm
of
themselves
.
They
are
warm
to
me
.
It
is
only
that
the
snow
has
made
them
cold
toward
thee
.
Say
it
again
.
"
"
I
love
thee
,
my
little
rabbit
.
"
"
I
love
thee
,
too
,
and
I
am
thy
wife
.
"
"
Were
they
asleep
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
I
could
support
it
no
longer
.
And
what
importance
has
it
?
"
"
None
,
"
he
said
,
and
felt
her
against
him
,
slim
and
long
and
warmly
lovely
.
"
No
other
thing
has
importance
.
"
"
Put
thy
hand
on
my
head
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
then
let
me
see
if
I
can
kiss
thee
.
"
Was
it
well
?
"
she
asked
.
