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"
No
.
My
rabbit
.
Please
.
"
"
I
must
not
.
If
thou
dost
not
love
me
.
"
"
I
love
thee
.
"
"
I
love
thee
.
Oh
,
I
love
thee
.
Put
thy
hand
on
my
head
,
"
she
said
away
from
him
,
her
face
still
in
the
pillow
.
He
put
his
hand
on
her
head
and
stroked
it
and
then
suddenly
her
face
was
away
from
the
pillow
and
she
was
in
his
arms
,
pressed
close
against
him
,
and
her
face
was
against
his
and
she
was
crying
.
He
held
her
still
and
close
,
feeling
the
long
length
of
the
young
body
,
and
he
stroked
her
head
and
kissed
the
wet
saltiness
of
her
eyes
,
and
as
she
cried
he
could
feel
the
rounded
,
firm
-
pointed
breasts
touching
through
the
shirt
she
wore
.
"
I
cannot
kiss
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
do
not
know
how
.
"
"
There
is
no
need
to
kiss
.
"
"
Yes
.
I
must
kiss
.
I
must
do
everything
.
"
"
There
is
no
need
to
do
anything
.
We
are
all
right
.
But
thou
hast
many
clothes
.
"
"
What
should
I
do
?
"
