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Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Be kind to her. I felt—I felt living in a masked world. Gerald did not know who she was, but he knew who she was not. Mrs. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. Mounting the door he had last opened, he placed his hands on the wall above, and quickly drew himself up.
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