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`` I do n't do that either , '' replied Phaon . `` Your flowers have dropped on the ground -- '' With these words the youth rose , bent over the roses , gathered them together , and offered them to Xanthe with his left hand , while trying to clasp her fingers in his right ; but she drew back , saying : `` Put them on the bench , and go up to wash the sleep from your eyes . '' `` Do I look weary ? '' `` Of course , though you 've lain here till noon . '' `` But I have scarcely slept for several days . '' `` And dare you boast of it ? '' asked Xanthe , with glowing cheeks .