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Now
the
making
believe
was
coming
back
in
a
great
rush
and
he
would
take
it
all
to
him
.
It
had
him
now
,
and
again
he
surrendered
and
went
on
.
"
So
it
will
hang
straight
to
thy
shoulders
and
curl
at
the
ends
as
a
wave
of
the
sea
curls
,
and
it
will
be
the
color
of
ripe
wheat
and
thy
face
the
color
of
burnt
gold
and
thine
eyes
the
only
color
they
could
be
with
thy
hair
and
thy
skin
,
gold
with
the
dark
flecks
in
them
,
and
I
will
push
thy
head
back
and
look
in
thy
eyes
and
hold
thee
tight
against
me
—
—
"
"
Where
?
"
"
Anywhere
.
Wherever
it
is
that
we
are
.
How
long
will
it
take
for
thy
hair
to
grow
?
"
"
I
do
not
know
because
it
never
had
been
cut
before
.
But
I
think
in
six
months
it
should
be
long
enough
to
hang
well
below
my
ears
and
in
a
year
as
long
as
thou
couldst
ever
wish
.
But
do
you
know
what
will
happen
first
?
"
"
Tell
me
.
"
"
We
will
be
in
the
big
clean
bed
in
thy
famous
room
in
our
famous
hotel
and
we
will
sit
in
the
famous
bed
together
and
look
into
the
mirror
of
the
armoire
and
there
will
be
thee
and
there
will
be
me
in
the
glass
and
then
I
will
turn
to
thee
thus
,
and
put
my
arms
around
thee
thus
,
and
then
I
will
kiss
thee
thus
.
"
Then
they
lay
quiet
and
close
together
in
the
night
,
hot
-
aching
,
rigid
,
close
together
and
holding
her
,
Robert
Jordan
held
closely
too
all
those
things
that
he
knew
could
never
happen
,
and
he
went
on
with
it
deliberately
and
said
,
"
Rabbit
,
we
will
not
always
live
in
that
hotel
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
We
can
get
an
apartment
in
Madrid
on
that
street
that
runs
along
the
Parque
of
the
Buen
Retiro
.
