‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. We’re different. With one or two exceptions, there were no pews; and, as the intercourse with London was then but slight, the seats were occupied almost exclusively by the villagers. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. ‘Very useful, of course. It’s not you—not a bit. Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. There are boats on the lake and shady depths and wildernesses of pine-wood. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout.
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