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"
You
are
not
listening
to
a
word
I
am
saying
,
Jim
,
"
cried
Sibyl
,
"
and
I
am
making
the
most
delightful
plans
for
your
future
.
Do
say
something
.
"
"
What
do
you
want
me
to
say
?
"
"
Oh
!
that
you
will
be
a
good
boy
,
and
not
forget
us
,
"
she
answered
,
smiling
at
him
.
He
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
You
are
more
likely
to
forget
me
,
than
I
am
to
forget
you
,
Sibyl
.
"
She
flushed
.
"
What
do
you
mean
,
Jim
?
"
she
asked
.
"
You
have
a
new
friend
,
I
hear
.
Who
is
he
?
Why
have
you
not
told
me
about
him
?
He
means
you
no
good
.
"
"
Stop
,
Jim
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
You
must
not
say
anything
against
him
.
I
love
him
.
"
"
Why
,
you
do
n't
even
know
his
name
,
"
answered
the
lad
.
"
Who
is
he
?
I
have
a
right
to
know
.
"
"
He
is
called
Prince
Charming
.
Do
n't
you
like
the
name
?
Oh
!
you
silly
boy
!
you
should
never
forget
it
.
If
you
only
saw
him
,
you
would
think
him
the
most
wonderful
person
in
the
world
.
Some
day
you
will
meet
him
:
when
you
come
back
from
Australia
.
You
will
like
him
so
much
.
Everybody
likes
him
,
and
I.
.
.
love
him
.
I
wish
you
could
come
to
the
theatre
to-night
.
He
is
going
to
be
there
,
and
I
am
to
play
Juliet
.
Oh
!
how
I
shall
play
it
!
Fancy
,
Jim
,
to
be
in
love
and
play
Juliet
!
To
have
him
sitting
there
!
To
play
for
his
delight
!
I
am
afraid
I
may
frighten
the
company
,
frighten
or
enthrall
them
.
To
be
in
love
is
to
surpass
one
's
self
.
Poor
dreadful
Mr.
Isaacs
will
be
shouting
'
'
genius
'
to
his
loafers
at
the
bar
.
He
has
preached
me
as
a
dogma
;
to-night
he
will
announce
me
as
a
revelation
.
I
feel
it
.
And
it
is
all
his
,
his
only
,
Prince
Charming
,
my
wonderful
lover
,
my
god
of
graces
.
But
I
am
poor
beside
him
.
Poor
?
What
does
that
matter
?
When
poverty
creeps
in
at
the
door
,
love
flies
in
through
the
window
.
Our
proverbs
want
re-writing
.
They
were
made
in
winter
,
and
it
is
summer
now
;
spring-time
for
me
,
I
think
,
a
very
dance
of
blossoms
in
blue
skies
.
"
"
He
is
a
gentleman
,
"
said
the
lad
,
sullenly
.
