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She Loves You," The Prince Cried. "she Loves You Still And You Love Her, So Think Of That--think Of This Too: In All This World, You Might Have Been Happy, Genuinely Happy. Not One Couple In A Century Has That Chance, Not Really, No Matter What The Storybooks Say, But You Could Have Had It, And So, I Would Think, No One Will Ever Suffer A Loss As Great As You.

The Prince Found Buttercup Waiting Unhappily Outside His Chamber Doors. It's My Letter,' She Began. 'i Cannot Make It Right.' Come In, Come In,' The Prince Said Gently. 'maybe We Can Help You.' She Sat Down In The Same Chair As Before. 'all Right, I'll Close My Eyes And Listen; Read To Me.' Westley, My Passion, My Sweet, My Only My Own. Come Back, Come Back. I Shall Kill Myself Otherwise. Yours In Torment, Buttercup.' She Looked At Humperdinck. 'well? Do You Think I'm Throwing Myself At Him?

While He Was Watching The Ships, Buttercup Shoved Him With All Her Strength Remaining. [...] Down Went The Man In Black. [...] "you Can Die Too For All I Care," She Said, And Then She Turned Away. Words Followed Her. Whispered From Far, Weak And Warm And Familiar. "as...you...wish..."

He Held Up A Book Then. “i'm Going To Read It To You For Relax.” “does It Have Any Sports In It?” “fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad Men. Good Men. Beautifulest Ladies. Snakes. Spiders... Pain. Death. Brave Men. Cowardly Men. Strongest Men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.” “sounds Okay,” I Said And I Kind Of Closed My Eyes.

It Was Only When The Giant Got Halfway Down The Incline That He Suddenly, Happily, Burst Into Flame And Continued His Trip Saying, "no Survivors, No Survivors!" In A Manner That Could Only Indicate Deadly Sincerity. It Was Seeing Him Happily Burning And Advancing That Startled The Brute Squad To Screaming. And Once That Happened, Why, Everybody Panicked And Ran.