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Uncle, uncle! Don't look like that! Don't. He's gone and shall never come back. Everything's gone, hasn't it? Even that irreparable past, of which I'd never heard. Why, if I'd dreamed, do you suppose I'd even ever have spoken to him? No, indeed. Why you, the tip of your smallest finger, the smallest lock of your hair, is worth more than a thousand Adrians! I was sorry he'd treated me so rudely. But now I'm glad, glad, glad. I wouldn't listen to him now, not if he said good-bye forever and ever. I love you, uncle, best of all the world, and you love me. Let's be just as we were before any strangers came. Come, let's go out on the lake.