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"
Am
I
,
really
;
in
what
way
?
"
Well
,
in
the
first
place
,
simply
,
she
had
a
habit
of
standing
outside
a
stable
door
,
evening
after
evening
,
without
any
object
whatever
,
just
for
a
whim
's
sake
...
.
Oh
,
well
,
she
might
have
her
reason
for
doing
so
;
besides
,
she
liked
staying
up
late
at
night
;
it
was
a
thing
she
had
always
had
a
great
fancy
for
.
Did
I
care
about
going
to
bed
before
twelve
?
I
?
If
there
was
anything
in
the
world
I
hated
it
was
to
go
to
bed
before
twelve
o'clock
at
night
.
Ah
,
there
,
you
see
!
She
,
too
,
was
just
the
same
;
she
took
this
little
tour
in
the
evenings
when
she
had
nothing
to
lose
by
doing
so
.
She
lived
up
in
St.
Olav
's
Place
.
"
Ylajali
,
"
I
cried
.
"
I
beg
pardon
?
"
"
I
only
said
'
Ylajali
'
...
it
's
all
right
.
Continue
...
.
"
She
lived
up
in
St.
Olav
's
Place
,
lonely
enough
,
together
with
her
mother
,
to
whom
one
could
n't
talk
because
she
was
so
deaf
.
Was
there
anything
odd
in
her
liking
to
get
out
for
a
little
?
"
No
,
not
at
all
,
"
I
replied
.
