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"
Would
you
rather
I
had
been
tipsy
?
"
"
Yes
...
ugh
...
I
am
afraid
of
you
!
Lord
,
ca
n't
you
let
me
be
now
!
"
I
considered
a
moment
.
No
,
I
could
n't
let
her
be
...
.
I
happened
,
as
if
inadvertently
,
to
knock
over
the
light
,
so
that
it
went
out
.
She
made
a
despairing
struggle
--
gave
vent
at
last
to
a
little
whimper
.
"
No
,
not
that
!
If
you
like
,
you
may
rather
kiss
me
,
oh
,
dear
,
kind
...
.
"
I
stopped
instantly
.
Her
words
sounded
so
terrified
,
so
helpless
,
I
was
struck
to
the
heart
.
She
meant
to
offer
me
a
compensation
by
giving
me
leave
to
kiss
her
!
How
charming
,
how
charmingly
naïve
.
I
could
have
fallen
down
and
knelt
before
her
.
"
But
,
dear
pretty
one
,
"
I
said
,
completely
bewildered
,
"
I
do
n't
understand
...
.
I
really
ca
n't
conceive
what
sort
of
a
game
this
is
...
.
"
She
rose
,
lit
the
candle
again
with
trembling
hands
.
I
leant
back
on
the
sofa
and
did
nothing
.
What
would
happen
now
?
I
was
in
reality
very
ill
at
ease
.
She
cast
a
look
over
at
the
clock
on
the
wall
,
and
started
.
"
Ugh
,
the
girl
will
soon
come
now
!
"
she
said
;
this
was
the
first
thing
she
said
.
I
took
the
hint
,
and
rose
.
She
took
up
her
jacket
as
if
to
put
it
on
,
bethought
herself
,
and
let
it
lie
,
and
went
over
to
the
fireplace
.
So
that
it
should
not
appear
as
if
she
had
shown
me
the
door
,
I
said
:
