” The idea struck him as novel. I might have known it. He lives near the Black Lion. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. . Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. Poor little one.
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