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After tea we had the guitar; and Dora sang those same dear old French songs about the impossibility of ever on any account leaving off dancing, La ra la, La ra la, until I felt a much greater Monster than before. ¡¡¡¡We had only one check to our pleasure, and that happened a little while before I took my leave, when, Miss Mills chancing to make some allusion to tomorrow morning, I unluckily let out that, being obliged to exert myself now, I got up at five o'clock. Whether Dora had any idea that I was a Private Watchman, I am unable to say;
but it made a great impression on her, and she neither played nor sang any more. ¡¡¡¡It was still on her mind when I bade her adieu; and she said to me, in her pretty coaxing way - as if I were a doll, I used to think: ¡¡¡¡'Now don't get up at five o'clock, you naughty boy. It's so nonsensical!' ¡¡¡¡'My love,' said I, 'I have work to do.' ¡¡¡¡'But don't do it!' returned Dora. 'Why should you?'