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He stopped, and thought truly, but off-key, and said, “No. You get married and have five sons and call them all Richard.”
“The lion-hearted,” the girl said, accepting the situation without even a glance, and playing what there was she held as you put down all the cards, having counted exactly.
“The crap-hearted,” the Colonel said. “The unjust bitter criticizer who speaks badly of everyone.”
“Please don’t be rough in talking,” the girl said. “And remember you speak worst of all about yourself. But hold me as close as we can and let’s think about nothing.”
He held her as close as he could and he tried to think about nothing.
