When I come home from work , tired , you will put your arms about me and lay your head on my shoulder . I will stroke it -- so -- that bonny , glossy head of yours . Alice , my Alice -- all mine in my dream -- never to be mine in real life -- how I love you ! '' The Alice behind him could bear no more . She gave a little choking cry that betrayed her presence . Jasper Dale sprang up and gazed upon her . He saw her standing there , amid the languorous shadows of August , pale with feeling , wide-eyed , trembling . For a moment shyness wrung him . Then every trace of it was banished by a sudden , strange , fierce anger that swept over him . He felt outraged and hurt to the death ; he felt as if he had been cheated out of something incalculably precious -- as if sacrilege had been done to his most holy sanctuary of emotion . White , tense with his anger , he looked at her and spoke , his lips as pale as if his fiery words scathed them . `` How dare you ? You have spied on me -- you have crept in and listened ! How dare you ? Do you know what you have done , girl ? You have destroyed all that made life worth while to me . My dream is dead . It could not live when it was betrayed . And it was all I had . Oh , laugh at me -- mock me !
I know XXXXX I am ridiculous !
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