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"Oh, Hendchen, my darling beautiful, you have so lovely teint after your badth oh, I am zo hangry, oh Hendchen, I luff you zo, I am zo haypie, kiss me one small, small kiss." "What a baby you are," said Miriam, half turning as the girl's warm lips brushed the angle of her jaw. "Yes, we'll go home, come along." The corridor was almost airless. She longed to get out into the open.
But if she was not, she hoped they would tell her about being able to understand the new English teacher so well. "Oh, I am haypie," Emma was saying, with adoring eyes on Miriam and her two arms outflung on the table. Miriam recoiled. This would not do they must not all talk at once and go on like this. Minna's whole face was aflame.
Emma had gathered up her music when the clothes were arranged, sighing and lamenting gently, "Ware ich nur zu Hause" how happy one was at home her little voice filled with tears and her cheeks flushed, "haypie, haypie to home," she complained as she slid her music into its case, "where all so good, so nice, so beautiful," and they had gone, side by side, up the dark uncarpeted stone stairs leading from the basement to the hall.
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