” Anna was a little puzzled, but she only laughed. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. He seemed to have expected them. " "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. F.
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