You’re like some splendid Princess in Exile in these Dreadful Dingy apartments!” “I’m afraid I’m anything but a Princess when it comes to earning a salary,” said Ann Veronica. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Then came the great day. Scarcely any one noticed the full measure of her consternation. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations.
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