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"
You
make
me
feel
very
old
and
very
much
like
a
father
.
"
"
Now
you
explain
,
"
she
said
,
"
why
you
have
n't
any
daughters
like
me
,
if
you
love
children
so
much
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
"
You
're
joking
!
"
"
I
mean
--
"
He
stopped
and
shook
his
head
.
"
Well
,
my
wife
,
she
...
She
just
never
wanted
any
children
at
all
.
"
The
girl
stopped
smiling
.
"
I
'm
sorry
.
I
really
,
thought
you
were
having
fun
at
my
expense
.
I
'm
a
fool
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
was
a
good
question
.
It
's
been
a
long
time
since
anyone
cared
enough
to
ask
.
A
good
question
.
"
"
Let
's
talk
about
something
else
.
Have
you
ever
smelled
old
leaves
?
Do
n't
they
smell
like
cinnamon
?
Here
.
Smell
.
"
"
Why
,
yes
,
it
is
like
cinnamon
in
a
way
.
"
She
looked
at
him
with
her
clear
dark
eyes
.
"
You
always
seem
shocked
.
"
