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what little there is of you.

Some rough wind will blow you away altogether.

You have no holding ground on earth.

Well, then trust yourself to me--to the sea--which is deep like your eyes." She said: "Impossible." He kept quiet for a while, then asked in a totally changed tone, a tone of gloomy curiosity: "You can't stand me then?
Is that it ?" "No," she said, more steady herself.