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"
No
,
"
she
replied
and
looked
down
.
"
No
;
God
knows
it
was
n't
.
I
did
n't
even
think
about
it
.
"
"
Listen
,
"
said
I
;
"
you
are
evidently
sitting
here
labouring
under
the
delusion
that
I
can
dress
and
live
exactly
as
I
choose
,
are
n't
you
?
And
that
is
just
what
I
ca
n't
do
;
I
am
very
,
very
poor
.
"
She
looked
at
me
.
"
Are
you
?
"
she
queried
.
"
Yes
,
worse
luck
,
I
am
.
"
After
an
interval
.
"
Well
,
gracious
,
so
am
I
,
too
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
cheerful
movement
of
her
head
.
Every
one
of
her
words
intoxicated
me
,
fell
on
my
heart
like
drops
of
wine
.
She
enchanted
me
with
the
trick
she
had
of
putting
her
head
a
little
on
one
side
,
and
listening
when
I
said
anything
,
and
I
could
feel
her
breath
brush
my
face
.
"
Do
you
know
,
"
I
said
,
"
that
...
but
,
now
,
you
must
n't
get
angry
--
when
I
went
to
bed
last
night
I
settled
this
arm
for
you
...
so
...
as
if
you
lay
on
it
...
and
then
I
went
to
sleep
.
"
"
Did
you
?
That
was
lovely
!
"
A
pause
.
"
But
of
course
it
could
only
be
from
a
distance
that
you
would
venture
to
do
such
a
thing
,
for
otherwise
...
.
"
