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"
That
is
the
promise
that
all
will
be
good
again
.
"
"
Then
let
us
talk
again
about
Madrid
.
"
She
curled
her
legs
between
his
and
rubbed
the
top
of
her
head
against
his
shoulder
.
"
But
will
I
not
be
so
ugly
there
with
this
cropped
head
that
thou
wilt
be
ashamed
of
me
?
"
"
Nay
.
Thou
art
lovely
.
Thou
hast
a
lovely
face
and
a
beautiful
body
,
long
and
light
,
and
thy
skin
is
smooth
and
the
color
of
burnt
gold
and
every
one
will
try
to
take
thee
from
me
.
"
"
Qué
va
,
take
me
from
thee
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
other
man
will
ever
touch
me
till
I
die
.
Take
me
from
thee
!
Qué
va
.
"
"
But
many
will
try
.
Thou
wilt
see
.
"
"
They
will
see
I
love
thee
so
that
they
will
know
it
would
be
as
unsafe
as
putting
their
hands
into
a
caldron
of
melted
lead
to
touch
me
.
But
thou
?
When
thou
seest
beautiful
women
of
the
same
culture
as
thee
?
Thou
wilt
not
be
ashamed
of
me
?
"
"
Never
.
And
I
will
marry
thee
.
"
"
If
you
wish
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
since
we
no
longer
have
the
Church
I
do
not
think
it
carries
importance
.
"
"
I
would
like
us
to
be
married
.
"
"
If
you
wish
.
But
listen
.
If
we
were
ever
in
another
country
where
there
still
was
the
Church
perhaps
we
could
be
married
in
it
there
.
"
