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"
No
;
what
is
your
name
?
Gracious
,
I
was
nearly
forgetting
that
again
!
I
thought
about
it
all
yesterday
,
that
I
meant
to
ask
you
--
yes
,
that
is
to
say
,
not
all
yesterday
,
but
--
"
"
Do
you
know
what
I
named
you
?
I
named
you
Ylajali
.
How
do
you
like
that
?
It
has
a
gliding
sound
...
.
"
"
Ylajali
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Is
that
a
foreign
language
?
"
"
Humph
--
no
,
it
is
n't
that
either
!
"
"
Well
,
it
is
n't
ugly
!
"
After
a
long
discussion
we
told
one
another
our
names
.
She
seated
herself
close
to
my
side
on
the
sofa
,
and
shoved
the
chair
away
with
her
foot
,
and
we
began
to
chatter
afresh
.
"
You
are
shaved
this
evening
,
too
,
"
she
said
;
look
on
the
whole
a
little
better
than
the
last
time
--
that
is
to
say
,
only
just
a
scrap
better
.
Do
n't
imagine
...
no
;
the
last
time
you
were
really
shabby
,
and
you
had
a
dirty
rag
round
your
finger
into
the
bargain
;
and
in
that
state
you
absolutely
wanted
me
to
go
to
some
place
,
and
take
wine
with
you
--
thanks
,
not
me
!
"
"
So
it
was
,
after
all
,
because
of
my
miserable
appearance
that
you
would
not
go
with
me
?
"
I
said
.
