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"Lovest thou me? " said the Fair Ladye; / And the Lover he said, "Yea! " / "Then climb this tree -- for my sake," said she, / "And climb it every day! " / So from dawn till dark he abrazed the bark / And wore his clothes away; / Till, "What has this tree to do with thee? " / The Lover at last did say.
It was a poor dinner. Cold in the first place, because Isabel would wait to thoroughly wash her long artistic hands; and put on another dress. She hated the smell of cooking in her garments; hated it worse on her white fingers; and now to look at the graceful erect figure, the round throat with the silver necklace about it, the soft smooth hair, silver-filletted, the negative beauty of the dove-colored gown, specially designed for home evenings, one would never dream she had set the table so well -- and cooked the steak so abominably.