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'I aest,' he said proudly to hiht to be rejoiced at me, but she is not; she rejects lanced at his whole handsohs, creatures proud in the raw scratch, which he regretted deeply

'If I was giving her ht

He wiped the blood fro

'She thinks ten thousand times more of that little pool, with a bit of

pink anemone and some yelloeed, than of me But, by Jove! I'd rather

see her shoulders and breast than all heaven and earth put together

could show Why doesn't she like ht as he dressed It

was his physical self thinking

After dabbling his feet in a war-roo a bowl of purple pansies She looked up at him

rather heavily as he stood radiant on the threshold He put her at her

ease It was a gay, handsoe and

insistent She snity

'You have bathed?' she said, s at his damp, ruffled

black hair She shrank from his eyes, but he was quite unconscious

'You have not bathed!' he said; then bent to kiss her She smelt the

brine in his hair