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'Don't stop; ride on,' he called out to her, next morning, 'I shan't be amusing to-day. I'm frightfully low in my mind.'
'Perhaps it will amuse me to study you in a new aspect,' she said. 'You can entertain me with the story of your griefs.'
'Bare my wounds to make a lady smile. Oh, anything to oblige you.'
She leapt lightly from Bézigue,