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On the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth days, she passed him with a bow and a good-morning.
'This is too much!' he groaned, in the silence of his chamber. 'She's doing it with malice. I'll not be trifled with. I-I'll do something desperate. I'll pretend to faint, and she'll have to get down and bandage up my wounds.'
On the thirteenth day, as the