Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. Then he rallied, smiling a little. ‘No doubt accompanied by the latest crim con tales. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play
the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. . "
"Wait a bit, massa," replied the grinning negro,—"lilly bit—see all right fust. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. Words were given with their original
meaning, without their ramifications. Come along with us in the morning. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon.
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