Although I have never considered myself weak, I now felt
that I was going to cry. I therfore said in a low voice to give
me a Handkercheif, and he gave me one of his.
"Why, look here," he said, in an astounded manner, "you
aren't crying about_ me_, are you?"
I said from behind his Handkercheif that I was not, except
being sorry for his mother and also for him on account of Leila.
"Leila!" he said. "What about Leila?"
"She is lost to you forever," I replied in a choking tone.
"She is betrothed to another."
He became very angry at that, and observed:
"Look here, Bab. One minute I think you are the cleverest
Girl in the World, and the next--you little stuped, do you still
insist on thinking that I am in love with Leila?"
At that time I began to feel very queer, being week and at
the same time excited and getting red, the more so as he pulled
the Handkercheif from my eyes and commanded me: "Bab, look at
me. Do I _look_ as though I care for Leila?"
I, however, could not look at him just then. Because I felt
that I could not endure to see the Unaform.
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