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 pleasant to those who are used to it; but it is not to my taste.

You always delighted in trying to provoke me; but I cannot believe that you have not a heart.

You do not like to believe that I have a heart, you mean. You wish to think I have lost it, and you know to whom; and when I tell you that it is still safe in my own keeping, and that I do not mean to give it away, the unreasonable creature grows angry.

Angry! far from it: I am perfectly cool.

Why you are pursing your brows, biting your lips, and lifting up your foot as if you would stamp it into the earth. I must say