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Loveday. He was busy at the time making a crown for one of his companions who expected hourly to be anointed Emperor of Brazil, but he left his work and enjoyed several minutes’ conversation with her. They spoke about her father’s and spirits. After a time Angela remarked, “Don’t you ever want to get away?”
Mr. Loveday looked at her with his gentle, blue-grey eyes. “I’ve got very well used to the miss. I’m fond of the poor people here, and I think that several of them are quite fond of me. At least, I think they would miss me if I were to go.”
“But don’t you ever think of being free again?”
“Oh yes, miss, I think of it—almost all the time I think of it.”
“What would you do if you got out? There must be something you would sooner do than stay here.”
The old man fidgeted uneasily. “Well, miss, it sounds ungrateful, but I can’t deny I should welcome a little outing, once, before I get too old to enjoy it. I expect we all have our secret ambitions, and there is one thing I often wish I could do. You mustn’t ask me what ... It wouldn’t take long. But I do feel that if I had done it, just for a
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