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And
yet
I
CAN
NOT
be
with
him
,
it
makes
me
so
nervous
.
I
suppose
John
never
was
nervous
in
his
life
.
He
laughs
at
me
so
about
this
wall-paper
!
At
first
he
meant
to
repaper
the
room
,
but
afterwards
he
said
that
I
was
letting
it
get
the
better
of
me
,
and
that
nothing
was
worse
for
a
nervous
patient
than
to
give
way
to
such
fancies
.
He
said
that
after
the
wall-paper
was
changed
it
would
be
the
heavy
bedstead
,
and
then
the
barred
windows
,
and
then
that
gate
at
the
head
of
the
stairs
,
and
so
on
.
"
You
know
the
place
is
doing
you
good
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
really
,
dear
,
I
do
n't
care
to
renovate
the
house
just
for
a
three
months
'
rental
.
"
"
Then
do
let
us
go
downstairs
,
"
I
said
,
"
there
are
such
pretty
rooms
there
.
"
Then
he
took
me
in
his
arms
and
called
me
a
blessed
little
goose
,
and
said
he
would
go
down
to
the
cellar
,
if
I
wished
,
and
have
it
whitewashed
into
the
bargain
.
But
he
is
right
enough
about
the
beds
and
windows
and
things
.
It
is
an
airy
and
comfortable
room
as
any
one
need
wish
,
and
,
of
course
,
I
would
not
be
so
silly
as
to
make
him
uncomfortable
just
for
a
whim
.
I
'm
really
getting
quite
fond
of
the
big
room
,
all
but
that
horrid
paper
.
