  “May I not sell this gewgaw red?” “You must not sell! You cannot buy!” “Not sell my own, my heart?” “You two are one: you may not part,— One peddled joy, you both are dead!” “Must I go hungry all the way?” “You must not beg! You must not cry!” “Not for two bits o’love today?” “Your empty scrip for pillow keep: It brings great gifts,—thirst, sorrow, sleep!” |
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