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The little girl ran away smiling and casting a side glance at me; but I, with a Puritanism worthy of Joseph, cried out in my turn: "Take this!" THE LITTLE GIRL RAN AWAY SMILING AND CASTING A SLIGHT GLANCE AT ME BUT I WITH A PURITANISM WORTHY OF JOSEPH CRIED OUT IN MY TURN TAKE THIS
 to meet in the street other boys of my age, very proud of their slip of a sweetheart, who would exultingly show me love-letters, photographs, and flowers, and who asked me if I hadn't a sweetheart with whom to correspond. A feeling of inexplicable bashfulness tied my tongue, and I only replied with an enigmatic and haughty smile. And when they questioned me as to what I thought of the beauty of their little maidens, I would shrug my shoulders and disdainfully call them _ugly mugs_. One Sunday I went to play in the house of some little girl-cousins, really very pretty, the eldest of whom was not yet fifteen. We were amusing ourselves looking into a stereoscope, when suddenly one of the little girls, the youngest, who counted twelve summers at most, secretly seized my hand, and in some confusion and blushing as red as a brazier, whispered in my ear: "Take this." At the same time I felt in the palm of my hand something soft and fresh, and saw that it was a rosebud with its green foliage. LOVE APPOINTMENT I OFTEN HAPPENED TO MEET IN THE STREET OTHER BOYS OF MY AGE VERY PROUD OF THEIR SLIP OF A SWEETHEART WHO WOULD EXULTINGLY SHOW ME LOVE LETTERS PHOTOGRAPHS AND FLOWERS AND TO ASK ME IF I HADN'T A SWEETHEART WITH WHOM TO CORRESPOND A FEELING OF INEXPLICABLE BASHFULNESS TIED MY TONGUE AND I ONLY REPLIED WITH AN ENIGMATIC AND HAUGHTY SMILE AND WHEN THEY QUESTIONED ME AS TO WHAT I THOUGHT OF THE BEAUTY OF THEIR LITTLE MAIDENS I WOULD SHRUG MY SHOULDERS AND DISDAINFULLY CALL THEM UGLY MUGS ONE SUNDAY I WENT TO PLAY IN THE HOUSE OF SOME LITTLE GIRL COUSINS REALLY VERY PRETTY THE ELDEST OF WHOM WAS NOT YET FIFTEEN WE WERE AMUSING OURSELVES LOOKING INTO A STEREA SCUB WHEN SUDDENLY ONE OF THE LITTLE GIRLS THE YOUNGEST WHO COUNTED TWELVE SUMS AT MOST SECRETLY SEIZED MY HAND AND IN SOME CONFUSION AND BLUSHING AS RED AS A BRAZIER WHISPERED IN MY EAR TAKE THIS AT THE SAME TIME I FELT IN THE PALM OF MY HAND SOMETHING SOFT AND FRESH AND SAW THAT IT WAS A ROSEBUD WITH ITS GREEN FOLIAGE
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