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I am not scolding you, my dear.  I will show it to you as often as you like, but don't destroy it; let go, you are injuring it." "Let him have it," begged my mother, "the boy is not well." I AM NOT SCOLDING YOU MY DEAR I WILL SHOW IT TO YOU AS OFTEN AS YOU LIKE BUT DON'T DESTROY IT LET GO YOU ARE INJURING IT LET HIM HAVE IT BEGGED MY MOTHER THE BOY IS NOT WELL
love prevailed over the vague fear with which such a profanation filled me, and with skillful cunning I succeeded in pulling away the glass and exposing the ivory plate. As I pressed my lips to the painting I could scent the slight fragrance of the border of hair, I imagined to myself even more realistically that it was a living person whom I was grasping with my trembling hands. A feeling of faintness overpowered me, and I fell unconscious on the sofa, tightly holding the miniature. When I came to my senses I saw my father, my mother, and my aunt, all bending anxiously over me; I read their terror and alarm in their faces; my father was feeling my pulse, shaking his head, and murmuring: "His pulse is nothing but a flutter, you can scarcely feel it." My aunt, with her claw-like fingers, was trying to take the portrait from me, and I was mechanically hiding it and grasping it more firmly. "But, my dear boy--let go, you are spoiling it!" she exclaimed. "Don't you see you are smudging it? HIS INTO EXECUTION BUT AT LAST MY LOVE PREVAILED OVER THE VAGUE FEAR WITH WHICH SUCH A PROFANATION FILLED ME AND WITH SKILFUL CUNNING I SUCCEEDED IN PULLING AWAY THE GLASS AND EXPOSING THE IVORY PLATE AS I PRESSED MY LIPS TO THE PAINTING I COULD SCENT THE SLIGHT FRAGRANCE OF THE BORDER OF HAIR I IMAGINED TO MYSELF EVEN MORE REALISTICALLY THAT IT WAS A LAVING PERSON WHOM I WAS GRASPING WITH MY TREMBLING HANDS A FEELING OF FAINTNESS OVERPOWERED ME AND I FELL UNCONSCIOUS ON THE SOFA TIGHTLY HOLDING THE MINIATURE WHEN I CAME TO MY SENSES I SAW MY FATHER MY MOTHER AND MY AUNT ALL BENDING ANXIOUSLY OVER ME I READ THEIR TERROR AND ALARM IN THEIR FACES MY FATHER WAS FEELING MY PULSE SHAKING HIS HEAD AND MURMURING HIS PULSE IS NOTHING BUT A FLUTTER YOU CAN SCARCELY FEEL IT MY AUNT WITH HER CLAW LIKE FINGERS WAS TRYING TO TAKE THE PORTRAIT FROM ME AND I WAS MECHANICALLY HIDING IT AND GRASPING IT MORE FIRMLY BUT MY DEAR BOY LET GO YOU'RE SPOILING IT SHE EXCLAIMED DON'T YOU SEE YOU'RE SMUTCHING IT
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