The little prince flushed again.

And I added, with some hesitancy:

"Perhaps it was because of the anniversary?"

The little prince flushed once more. He never answered questions— but when one flushes does that not mean yes?

"Ah," I said to him, I am a little frightened—

But he interrupted me.

"Now you must work. You must return to your engine. I will be waiting for you here. Come back tomorrow evening...

But I was not reassured. I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed...

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