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PART I - CHAPTER VII
LETTIE PULLS DOWN THE SMALL GOLD GRAPES

the same tale: ` Bitter, bitter, the struggle-for nothing , nothing, nothing'-and all the time they swung about on their broad wings, revelling.
`There,' said I to the crow, `they try it, and find it bitter, but they wouldn't like to miss it, to sit still like you, you old corpse.'
He could not endure this. He rose in defiance, flapped his wings, and launched off, uttering one 'Caw' of sinister foreboding. He was soon whirled away.
I discovered that I was very cold, so I went downstairs.
Twisting a curl round his finger, one of those loose curls that always dance free from the captured hair, Leslie said;
'Look how fond your hair is of me ; look how it twines round my finger. Do you know, your hair-the light in it is like-oh-buttercups in the sun.'
`It is like me-it won't be kept in bounds,' she replied.
'Shame if it were-like this, it brushes my face-soand sets me tingling like music.'
`Behave 1 Now be still, and I'll tell you what sort of music you make.'
'Oh-well-tell me.'
`Like the calling of throstles and blackies, in the evening, frightening the pale little wood-anemones, till they run panting and swaying right up to our wall. Like the ringing of bluebells when the bees are at them: like Hippomenes, out of breath, laughing because he 'd won.'
He kissed her with rapturous admiration.
'Marriage music, sir,' she added.
`What golden apples did I throw?' he asked lightly.
` What !' she exclaimed, half mocking.
`This Atalanta,' he replied, looking lovingly upon her, `this Atalanta-I believe she just lagged at last on purpose.' 'You have it,' she cried, laughing, submitting to his
caresses. 'It was you-the apples of your firm heels the apples of your eyes-the apples Eve bit-that won me-hein?'
'That was it-you are clever, you are rare. And I've won, won the ripe apples of your cheeks, and your breasts, and your very fists-they can't stop me-and-and-all your roundness and warmness and softness-I 've won you, Lettie.'

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