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Chapter 11
Whatdidyougooutfor?Whatwereyoudoingthere?”
Icanstillseehiswonderfulsmile,thewhitesofhisbeautifuleyes,andtheuncoveringofhislittleteethshinetomeinthedusk.“IfItellyouwhy,willyouunderstand?”Myheart,atthis,leapedintomymouth.Wouldhetellmewhy?Ifoundnosoundonmylipstopressit,andIwasawareofreplyingonlywithavague,repeated,grimacingnod.Hewasgentlenessitself,andwhileIwaggedmyheadathimhestoodtheremorethaneveralittlefairyprince.Itwashisbrightnessindeedthatgavemearespite.Woulditbesogreatifhewerereallygoingtotellme?“Well,”hesaidatlast,“justexactlyinorderthatyoushoulddothis.”
“Dowhat?”
“Thinkme—forachange—bad!”Ishallneverforgetthesweetnessandgaietywithwhichhebroughtouttheword,norhow,ontopofit,hebentforwardandkissedme.Itwaspracticallytheendofeverything.ImethiskissandIhadtomake,whileIfoldedhimforaminuteinmyarms,themoststupendouseffortnottocry.Hehadgivenexactlytheaccountofhimselfthatpermittedleastofmygoingbehindit,anditwasonlywiththeeffectofconfirmingmyacceptanceofitthat,asIpresentlyglancedabouttheroom,Icouldsay—
“Thenyoudidn’tundressatall?”
Hefairlyglitteredinthegloom.“Notatall.Isatupandread.”
“Andwhendidyougodown?”
“Atmidnight.WhenI’mbadIambad!”
“Isee,Isee—it’scharming.ButhowcouldyoubesureIwouldknowit?”
“Oh,IarrangedthatwithFlora
