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’
Do
you
know
what
I
thought
?
’
she
said
suddenly
.
’
It
suddenly
came
to
me
.
You
are
the
"
Knight
of
the
Burning
Pestle
"
!
’
’
Ay
!
And
you
?
Are
you
the
Lady
of
the
Red
-
Hot
Mortar
?
’
’
Yes
!
’
she
said
.
’
Yes
!
You
’
re
Sir
Pestle
and
I
’
m
Lady
Mortar
.
’
’
All
right
,
then
I
’
m
knighted
.
John
Thomas
is
Sir
John
,
to
your
Lady
Jane
.
’
’
Yes
!
John
Thomas
is
knighted
!
I
’
m
my
-
lady
-
maiden
-
hair
,
and
you
must
have
flowers
too
.
Yes
!
’
She
threaded
two
pink
campions
in
the
bush
of
red
-
gold
hair
above
his
penis
.
’
There
!
’
she
said
.
’
Charming
!
Charming
!
Sir
John
!
’
And
she
pushed
a
bit
of
forget
-
me
-
not
in
the
dark
hair
of
his
breast
.
’
And
you
won
’
t
forget
me
there
,
will
you
?
’
She
kissed
him
on
the
breast
,
and
made
two
bits
of
forget
-
me
-
not
lodge
one
over
each
nipple
,
kissing
him
again
.
’
Make
a
calendar
of
me
!
’
he
said
.
He
laughed
,
and
the
flowers
shook
from
his
breast
.
