Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. But then he began to take steps, and, at last, strides to something more and more like predominance. “You have them both,” Anna answered. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done.
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