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‘
Ye
-
yes
,
’
I
said
,
‘
he
was
well
taken
care
of
.
I
mean
he
had
not
the
unutterable
happiness
that
I
had
in
being
so
near
you
.
’
Dora
bent
her
head
over
her
drawing
and
said
,
after
a
little
while
-
I
had
sat
,
in
the
interval
,
in
a
burning
fever
,
and
with
my
legs
in
a
very
rigid
state
—
‘
You
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
sensible
of
that
happiness
yourself
,
at
one
time
of
the
day
.
’
I
saw
now
that
I
was
in
for
it
,
and
it
must
be
done
on
the
spot
.
‘
You
didn
’
t
care
for
that
happiness
in
the
least
,
’
said
Dora
,
slightly
raising
her
eyebrows
,
and
shaking
her
head
,
‘
when
you
were
sitting
by
Miss
Kitt
.
’
Kitt
,
I
should
observe
,
was
the
name
of
the
creature
in
pink
,
with
the
little
eyes
.
‘
Though
certainly
I
don
’
t
know
why
you
should
,
’
said
Dora
,
or
why
you
should
call
it
a
happiness
at
all
.
But
of
course
you
don
’
t
mean
what
you
say
.
And
I
am
sure
no
one
doubts
your
being
at
liberty
to
do
whatever
you
like
.
Jip
,
you
naughty
boy
,
come
here
!
’
I
don
’
t
know
how
I
did
it
.
I
did
it
in
a
moment
.
I
intercepted
Jip
.
I
had
Dora
in
my
arms
.
I
was
full
of
eloquence
.
I
never
stopped
for
a
word
.
I
told
her
how
I
loved
her
.
I
told
her
I
should
die
without
her
.
I
told
her
that
I
idolized
and
worshipped
her
.
Jip
barked
madly
all
the
time
.
When
Dora
hung
her
head
and
cried
,
and
trembled
,
my
eloquence
increased
so
much
the
more
.
If
she
would
like
me
to
die
for
her
,
she
had
but
to
say
the
word
,
and
I
was
ready
.
Life
without
Dora
’
s
love
was
not
a
thing
to
have
on
any
terms
.
I
couldn
’
t
bear
it
,
and
I
wouldn
’
t
.
