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garments. "You can't expect me to put up withthat ," she said. I flattened myself on the ground to see under her dress; pressed my cheek into the hemlock needles. She was obliged to clutch her skirt about her and move away.
I saw tears in her eyes, and was instantly contrite.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
But she was more bothered than I'd imagined. "No, I'm going. I know you're sorry, but at the same -- I think maybe we shan't see each other again."
At this I rolled on the ground and wailed so piteously that she could say no more.
"See if I don't kill myself!" I declared. "I'll eat privet-berries and die, like Cinnamon Daphie!" In token of my vow I commenced to bang my head on a hemlock root, until she came to my side and begged me to stop.
I paused between bangs. "Will you come again?"
"You don't understand what the trouble is." She wiped my eyes and her own. "I'll have to think what's right."
But I could not abide uncertainty. I loved her, I declared: more
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