The Emperor of Portugalia by Selma Lagerlöf
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"Then why do you idle away your mornings down here?" asked the engineer, wonderingly. "Can you afford to leave off working like this?" "No," replied the man, smiling to himself. "I suppose it's wrong in me to do so; but all that will soon be made good." "Is it possible that you're such a stupid ass as to hang round here when there's no occasion for it?" roared the engineer, furiously. "You ought to be shut up in a madhouse." The man said nothing. He sat with his hands clasped round his knees, quite unperturbed. A smile played about his mouth all the while, and every second he seemed more and more confident of his ultimate triumph. The engineer shrugged his shoulders and walked away, but before he was halfway down the hill he repented his harshness, and turned back. The stern forbidding look which his strong features habitually wore was now gone and he put out his hand to the man. "I want to shake hands with you," he said. "Until now I had always thought that I was the only one in this parish who knew what it was to yearn; but now I see that I have found my master." THE EMPRESS The little girl of Ruffluck had been away fully thirteen months, |
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