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"
Then
I
am
glad
that
we
are
different
.
"
"
And
so
am
I
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
I
understood
about
the
dying
.
I
only
spoke
thus
,
as
a
man
,
from
habit
.
I
feel
the
same
as
thee
.
"
"
However
thou
art
and
however
thou
speakest
is
how
I
would
have
thee
be
.
"
"
And
I
love
thee
and
I
love
thy
name
,
Maria
.
"
"
It
is
a
common
name
.
"
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
not
common
.
"
"
Now
should
we
sleep
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
could
sleep
easily
.
"
"
Let
us
sleep
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
felt
the
long
light
body
,
warm
against
him
,
comforting
against
him
,
abolishing
loneliness
against
him
,
magically
,
by
a
simple
touching
of
flanks
,
of
shoulders
and
of
feet
,
making
an
alliance
against
death
with
him
,
and
he
said
,
"
Sleep
well
,
little
long
rabbit
.
"
She
said
,
"
I
am
asleep
already
.
"
"
I
am
going
to
sleep
,
"
he
said
.
"
Sleep
well
,
beloved
.
"
Then
he
was
asleep
and
happy
as
he
slept
