He muttered something and tried to pass on , but she caught him again . He forced himself to speak gently . `` What if I do , mother ? '' It would n't be such a dreadful thing , would it ? '' `` And me ? And me ? '' cried Thyra . `` What am I to you , then ? '' `` You are my mother . I would n't love you any the less because I cared for another , too . '' `` I wo n't have you love another , '' she cried . `` I want all your love -- all ! What 's that baby-face to you , compared to your mother ? I have the best right to you . I wo n't give you up . '' Chester realized that there was no arguing with such a mood . He walked on , resolved to set the matter aside until she might be more reasonable . But Thyra would not have it so . She followed on after him , under the alders that crowded over the lane . `` Promise me that you 'll not go there again , '' she entreated .
`` Promise me that you 'll XXXXX her up . ''
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