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understand another. You, perhaps, could make up your mind to be
about my hand and chair- to wait on me as a kind little nurse (for you
have an affectionate heart and a generous spirit, which prompt you
to make sacrifices for those you pity), and that ought to suffice
for me no doubt. I suppose I should now entertain none but fatherly
feelings for you: do you think so? Come- tell me.'
'I will think what you like, sir: I am content to be only your
nurse, if you think it better.'
'But you cannot always be my nurse, Janet: you are young- you
must marry one day.'
'I don't care about being married.'
'You should care, Janet: if I were what I once was, I would try
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to make you care- but- a sightless block!'
He relapsed again into gloom. I, on the contrary, became more
cheerful, and took fresh courage: these last words gave me an
insight as to where the difficulty lay; and as it was no difficulty
with me, I felt quite relieved from my previous embarrassment. I
resumed a livelier vein of conversation.
'It is time some one undertook to rehumanise you,' said I,
parting his thick and long uncut locks; 'for I see you are being
metamorphosed into a lion, or something of that sort. You have a "faux
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