The things we do!

I would tear my clothes off him that very night,
and leave him naked.
Only, of course, I did nothing of the sort.


XVII

And two days went by.
"If she comes out again this evening," Falkenberg would say up in the
woods, "I'll sing that one about the poppy. I'd forgotten that."
"You've forgotten Emma, too, haven't you?" I ask.
"Emma? Look here, I'll tell you what it is: you're just the same as ever,
that's what you are."
"Ho, am I?"
"Yes; inside, I mean. You wouldn't mind taking Emma right there, with
Fruen looking on. But I couldn't do that."
"That's a lie!" I answered angrily. "You won't see me tangled up in any
foolery with the girls as long as I am here."
"Ah, and I shan't be out at nights with any one after. Think she'll come
this evening? I'd forgotten that one about the poppy till now. Just
listen."
Falkenberg sang the Poppy Song.
"You're lucky, being able to sing like that," I said. "But there's neither
of us'll get her, for all that."
"Get her! Why, whoever thought.


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