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| 8 | 163 | "View more quotes about whose">Whose knots are neater?" she asked. |
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| 8 | 160 | "Poor master," said she, poking me in the neck with one finger. |
| 8 | 161 | I rolled over and seized her in my arms, but she turned her head away, and seemed determined that I should not kiss her. |
| 8 | 162 | She laughed. |
| 8 | 163 | "Whose knots are neater?" she asked. |
| 8 | 164 | "Yours, yours, yours," I mumbled, "yours, yours," in frustration. |
| 8 | 165 | "Very well," she said, "you may kiss me". |
| 8 | 166 | I did so, grumbling as she laughed. |