`` I do n't know you and you do n't know me . That is why I want to tell you about it . I must tell somebody , and if I told anybody I knew , they 'd tell it all over Halifax . It is dreadful to be talking to you like this . Beatrix would have three fits , one after the other , if she saw me . But Beatrix is a slave to conventionality . I glory in discarding it at times . You do n't mind , do you ? '' `` Not at all , '' said the Young Man sincerely . The Girl sighed . `` I have reached that point where I must have a confidant , or go crazy . Once I could tell things to Beatrix . That was before she got engaged . Now she tells everything to him . There is no earthly way of preventing her . I 've tried them all . So , nowadays , when I get into trouble , I tell it out loud to myself in the glass . It 's a relief , you know . But that is no good now . I want to tell it to somebody who can say things back .
Will you promise to say XXXXX back ? ''
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