Everybody's Lonesome - A True Fairy Story by Clara E. Laughlin
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there," indicating the great house, "any more than you do. They like
me for a novelty, because I've dared and suffered; and because, as things turned out, I was in a position to do what they are pleased to call a great service to the Empire. I wish I liked them better--they want to be very kind to me, and I was born of them, so they like me the better for that. But I've been in the wilderness too much--I can't get used to these strange folk at home." "I used to think I couldn't get used to strange folk," Mary Alice murmured, "but I seem to have got on fairly well for a girl from Nowhere." "Was it the Secret?" She nodded. "When may I know?" "I--I can't tell." "You told the King." "He seemed to need it so." "Don't I need it?" "I--I can't tell." He seemed discouraged, and as if he did not know what next to say. They strolled in silence over to where she had been standing the night |
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