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I fancied that the portrait from the depth of its prison of cloth could see all my actions, and I arrived at such a ridiculous extremity, that if I wanted to scratch myself, pull up my sock, or do anything else not in keeping with the idealism of my chaste love, I first drew out the miniature, put it in a safe place, and then considered myself free to do whatever I wanted. I FANCIED THAT THE PORTRAIT FROM THE DEPTH OF ITS PRISON OF CLOTH COULD SEE ALL MY ACTIONS AND I ARRIVED AT SUCH A RIDICULOUS EXTREMITY THAT IF I WANTED TO SCRATCH MYSELF OR PULL OUT MY SOCK OR DO ANYTHING ELSE NOT IN KEEPING WITH THE IDEALISM OF MY CHASTE LOVE I FIRST DREW OUT THE MINIATURE PUT IT IN A SAFE PLACE AND THEN CONSIDERED MYSELF FREE TO DO WHATEVER I WANTED
selves 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. 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!" And I threw the rosebud at her nose, a rebuff which made her tearful and pettish with me the whole afternoon, and for which she has not pardoned me even now, though she is married and has three children. The two or three hours which my aunt spent morning and evening together at church being too short for my admiration of the entrancing portrait, I resolved at last to keep the miniature in my pocket, and went about all day hiding myself from people just as if I had committed some crime. 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 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 AND I THREW THE ROSEBUD AT HER NOSE A REBUFF WHICH MADE HER TEARFUL AND PETTISH WITH ME THE WHOLE AFTERNOON AND FOR WHICH SHE HAS NOT PARDONED ME EVEN NOW THOUGH SHE IS MARRIED AND HER THREE CHILDREN THE TWO OR THREE HOURS WHICH MY AUNT SPENT MORNING AND EVENING TOGETHER AT CHURCH BEING TOO SHORT FOR MY ADMIRATION OF THE ENTRANCING PORTRAIT I RESOLVED AT LAST TO KEEP THE MINIATURE IN MY POCKET AND WENT ABOUT ALL DAY HIDING MYSELF FROM PEOPLE JUST AS IF I HAD COMMITTED SOME CRIME
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