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You who are greedier than a cat!" "I am not a little boy," I exclaimed, drawing myself up, and standing on tiptoes; "I don't care for sweets." YOU WHO ARE GREEDIER THAN A CAT I'M NOT A LITTLE BOY I EXCLAIMED DRAWING MYSELF UP AND STANDING ON TIPTOES I DON'T CARE FOR SWEETS
g me, her wrinkled eyes brightened, and giving me a friendly tap with her withered hand, she asked me if I had been turning over her drawers as usual. Then, with a chuckle: "Wait a bit, wait a bit," she added, "I have something for you, something you will like." And she pulled out of her vast pocket a paper bag, and out of the bag three or four gum lozenges, sticking together in a cake, which gave me a feeling of nausea. My aunt's appearance did not invite one to open one's mouth and devour these sweets: the course of years, her loss of teeth, her eyes dimmed to an unusual degree, the sprouting of a mustache or bristles on her sunken-in mouth, which was three inches wide, dull gray locks fluttering above her sallow temples, a neck flaccid and livid as the crest of the turkey when in a good temper.--In short, I did not take the lozenges. Ugh! A feeling of indignation, a manly protest rose in me, and I said forcibly: "I do not want it, I don't want it." "You don't want it? What a wonder! ERATED HER GUITAR NOW CHRONIC UPON SEEING ME HER WRINKLED EYES BRIGHTENED AND GIVING ME A FRIENDLY TAP WITH HER WITHERED HAND SHE ASKED ME IF I HAD BEEN TURNING OVER HER DRAWERS AS USUAL THEN WITH A CHUCKLE WAIT A BIT WAIT A BIT SHE ADDED I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU SOMETHING YOU WILL LIKE AND SHE PULLED OUT OF HER VAST POCKET A PAPER BAG AND OUT OF THE BAG THREE OR FOUR GUM LOSINGES STICKING TOGETHER IN A CAKE WHICH GAVE ME A FEELING OF NEW ZEA MY AUNT'S APPEARANCE DID NOT INVITE ONE TO OPEN ONE'S MOUTH AND DEVOUR THESE SWEETS THE COURSE OF YEARS HER LOSS OF TEETH HER EYES DIMMED TO AN UNUSUAL DEGREE THE SPROUTCHING OF A MOUSTACHE OR BRISTOLS ON HER SUNKEN MOUTH WHICH WERE THREE INCHES WIDE DULL GRAY LOCKS FLUTTERING ABOVE HER SALLOW TEMPLES A NECK FLAXID AND LIVID IN THE CREST OF THE TURKEY WHEN IN A GOOD TEMPER IN SHORT I DID NOT TAKE THE LOZENGES ACH A FEELING OF INDIGNATION A MANLY PROTEST ROSE IN ME AND I SAID FORCIBLY I DO NOT WANT IT I DON'T WANT IT YOU DON'T WANT IT WHAT A WONDER
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