But it 's such a poor little story . You must n't laugh at it -- it is all the romance I had . Years ago -- forty years ago -- when I was a young girl of twenty , I -- learned to care very much for somebody . I met him at a summer resort like this . I was there with my aunt and he was there with his mother , who was delicate . We saw a great deal of each other for a little while . He was -- oh , he was like no other man I had ever seen . You remind me of him somehow . That is partly why I like you so much . I noticed the resemblance the first time I saw you . I do n't know in just what it consists -- in your expression and the way you carry your head , I think . He was not strong -- he coughed a good deal . Then one day he went away -- suddenly . I had thought he cared for me , but he never said so -- just went away . Oh , the shame of it ! After a time I heard that he had been ordered to California for his health . And he died out there the next spring . My heart broke then , I never cared for anybody again -- I could n't . I have always loved him . But it would have been so much easier to bear if I had only known that he loved me -- oh , it would have made all the difference in the world .
And the sting XXXXX it has been there all these years .
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