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him. "You see, Bistre, you were there
every time; you saw her, just as I
did; she scratched your head for you,
too. Yes, and once she kissed you
right here on this ugly old spot of
yours, just as I'm doing, Bistre. Oh,
hang it all, Bistre! The world's gone
plumb wrong, hasn't it! It's taken
the Princess away, our Princess, Bistre;
I don't mind sharing her with
you, old chap; I think you liked her
pretty well, too, didn't you? Do you
remember her eyes, Bistre? And
those little red lips? I wonder—I
wonder, if she knew you and I were
feeling so rotten bad, whether she
wouldn't be just a little bit sorry for
us! You'll probably see her some
time, you and your master. If you do,
Bistre, you make her remember me.
Do you hear?" he demanded, in a
fierce whisper. "Make her remember
