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’
There
!
’
he
said
.
’
There
’
s
forget
-
me
-
nots
in
the
right
place
!
’
She
looked
down
at
the
milky
odd
little
flowers
among
the
brown
maiden
-
hair
at
the
lower
tip
of
her
body
.
’
Doesn
’
t
it
look
pretty
!
’
she
said
.
’
Pretty
as
life
,
’
he
replied
.
And
he
stuck
a
pink
campion
-
bud
among
the
hair
.
’
There
!
That
’
s
me
where
you
won
’
t
forget
me
!
That
’
s
Moses
in
the
bull
-
rushes
.
’
’
You
don
’
t
mind
,
do
you
,
that
I
’
m
going
away
?
’
she
asked
wistfully
,
looking
up
into
his
face
.
But
his
face
was
inscrutable
,
under
the
heavy
brows
.
He
kept
it
quite
blank
.
’
You
do
as
you
wish
,
’
he
said
.
And
he
spoke
in
good
English
.
