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"I am not at all afraid of tigers," she went on, "but I have a horror of drafts. I suppose you wouldn’t have a screen for me""A horror of drafts― that is bad luck, for a plant," remarked the little prince, and added to himself, "This flower is a very complex creature...""At night I want you to put me under a glass globe. It is very cold where you live. In the place I came from―"But she interrupted herself at that point. She had come in the form of a seed. She could not have known anything of any other worlds. Embarassed over having let herself be caught on the verge of such a naive untruth, she coughed two or three times, in order to put the little prince in the wrong.