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She clung to me, and then withdrew, and fled fearfully from the room. "But she could not stay away. SHE CLUNG TO ME AND THEN WITHDREW AND FLED FEARFULLY FROM THE ROOM BUT SHE COULD NOT STAY AWAY
nd flowing with milk and honey. There I pitched my tent, and staid till the good man died, and his business was discontinued. "But while there," said Titbottom, and his voice trembled away into a sigh, "I first saw Preciosa. Despite the spectacles, I saw Preciosa. For days, for weeks, for months, I did not take my spectacles with me. I ran away from them, I threw them up on high shelves, I tried to make up my mind to throw them into the sea, or down the well. I could not, I would not, I dared not, look at Preciosa through the spectacles. It was not possible for me deliberately to destroy them; but I awoke in the night, and could almost have cursed my dear old grandfather for his gift. "I sometimes escaped from the office, and sat for whole days with Preciosa. I told her the strange things I had seen with my mystic glasses. The hours were not enough for the wild romances which I raved in her ear. She listened, astonished and appalled. Her blue eyes turned upon me with sweet deprecation. THROUGH MY SPECTACLES AND SAW A LAND FLOWING WITH MILK AND HONEY THERE I PITCHED MY TENT AND STAYED TILL THE GOOD MAN DIED AND HIS BUSINESS WAS DISCONTINUED BUT WHILE THERE SAID TIT BOTTOM AND HIS VOICE TREMBLED AWAY INTO A SIGH I FIRST SAW PRECIOSA DESPITE THE SPECTACLES I SAW PRECIOSA FOR DAYS FOR WEEKS FOR MONTHS I DID NOT TAKE MY SPECTACLES WITH ME I RAN AWAY FROM THEM I THREW THEM UP ON HIGH SHELVES I TRIED TO MAKE UP MY MIND TO THROW THEM INTO THE SEA OR DOWN THE WELL I COULD NOT I WOULD NOT I DARED NOT LOOK AT PRECIOSA THROUGH THE SPECTACLES IT WAS NOT POSSIBLE FOR ME DELIBERATELY TO DESTROY THEM BUT I AWOKE IN THE NIGHT AND COULD ALMOST HAVE CURSED MY DEAR OLD GRANDFATHER FOR HIS GIFT I SOMETIMES ESCAPED FROM THE OFFICE AND SAT FOR WHOLE DAYS WITH PRECIOSA I TOLD HER THE STRANGE THINGS I HAD SEEN WITH MY MYSTIC GLASSES THE HOURS WERE NOT ENOUGH FOR THE WILD ROMANCES WHICH I RAVED IN HER EAR SHE LISTENED ASTONISHED AND APPALLED HER BLUE EYES TURNED UPON ME WITH SWEET DEPRECATION
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