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110 "When the hour for eating is passed one has no appetite. Must I eat it all?" I asked.

"No, indeed."

"Then I throw this away?"

"No, no," she said, laughing, "give it to me," and with an involuntary movement she seized my arm. "This is my dinner," and she bit with her white teeth into the coarse morsel.