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Rh ten or twelve times, I can't remember. . . . It was such heavenly, such heavenly happiness. . . that I forgot to count the number of times. . . . But you had better not come back any more. . . ."

"And why not, child? Are you angry . . . because I washed your face with that towel?"

"No, Gerrit, it's not that, I'm not angry about that. . . . I'm not angry at all. . . ."

Indeed, her eyes were laughing. Then she repeated:

"But still . . . you had better not come back."

"I see. So you've had enough of me?"

She gave a shrill laugh:

"Yes," she said.

"Oh! And have you found a young, rich chap, as I advised you?"

Her laugh sounded still shriller and her golden eyes were full of mockery.

"Yes," she said.

Under his heavy melancholy, he was angry and jealous:

"So you don't want me any more?"

"Want you? . . . I shall certainly want you, but . . . "

"But what?"

"It's better for every reason, better not. You mustn't came back, Gerrit."

"Very well."

"And don't be angry, Gerrit."