All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of pink. I'm a poor nurse.
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