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. “Thank you. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. I freely forgive you. It was at breakfast on this day that he told Ruth he had sent to Batavia for some dresses.
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