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I
little
thought
the
time
would
come
when
I
should
look
back
to
the
time
spent
in
that
small
mean
room
as
the
best
period
of
my
life
--
when
I
should
regard
the
bitter
poverty
I
then
endured
,
as
the
stern
but
holy
angel
meant
to
guide
me
to
the
highest
and
noblest
attainment
--
when
I
should
pray
desperately
with
wild
tears
to
be
as
I
was
then
,
rather
than
as
I
am
now
!
Is
it
well
or
ill
for
us
I
wonder
,
that
the
future
is
hidden
from
our
knowledge
?
Should
we
steer
our
ways
clearer
from
evil
if
we
knew
its
result
?
It
is
a
doubtful
question
--
at
anyrate
my
ignorance
for
the
moment
was
indeed
bliss
.
I
went
joyfully
out
of
the
dreary
house
where
I
had
lived
so
long
among
disappointments
and
difficulties
,
turning
my
back
upon
it
with
such
a
sense
of
relief
as
could
never
be
expressed
in
words
--
and
the
last
thing
I
heard
as
I
passed
into
the
street
with
my
companion
,
was
a
plaintive
long-drawn
wail
of
minor
melody
,
which
seemed
to
be
sent
after
me
like
a
parting
cry
,
by
the
unknown
and
invisible
player
of
the
violin
.
Outside
,
the
prince
's
carriage
waited
,
drawn
by
two
spirited
black
horses
caparisoned
in
silver
;
magnificent
thoroughbreds
,
which
pawed
the
ground
and
champed
their
bits
impatient
of
delay
--
at
sight
of
his
master
the
smart
footman
in
attendance
threw
the
door
open
,
touching
his
hat
respectfully
.
We
stepped
in
,
I
preceding
my
companion
at
his
expressed
desire
;
and
as
I
sank
back
among
the
easy
cushions
,
I
felt
the
complacent
consciousness
of
luxury
and
power
to
such
an
extent
that
it
seemed
as
if
I
had
left
my
days
of
adversity
already
a
long
way
behind
me
.
Hunger
and
happiness
disputed
my
sensations
between
them
,
and
I
was
in
that
vague
light-headed
condition
common
to
long
fasting
,
in
which
nothing
seems
absolutely
tangible
or
real
.
I
knew
I
should
not
properly
grasp
the
solid
truth
of
my
wonderful
good
luck
till
my
physical
needs
were
satisfied
and
I
was
,
so
to
speak
,
once
more
in
a
naturally
balanced
bodily
condition
.
At
present
my
brain
was
in
a
whirl
--
my
thoughts
were
all
dim
and
disconnected
--
and
I
appeared
to
myself
to
be
in
some
whimsical
dream
from
which
I
should
wake
up
directly
.
The
carriage
rolled
on
rubber-tyred
wheels
and
made
no
noise
as
it
went
--
one
could
only
hear
the
even
rapid
trot
of
the
horses
.
By-and-by
I
saw
in
the
semi-darkness
my
new
friend
's
brilliant
dark
eyes
fixed
upon
me
with
a
curiously
intent
expression
.
"
Do
you
not
feel
the
world
already
at
your
feet
?
"
he
queried
half
playfully
,
half
ironically
--
"
Like
a
football
,
waiting
to
be
kicked
?
It
is
such
an
absurd
world
,
you
know
--
so
easily
moved
.
Wise
men
in
all
ages
have
done
their
best
to
make
it
less
ridiculous
--
with
no
result
,
inasmuch
as
it
continues
to
prefer
folly
to
wisdom
.
A
football
,
or
let
us
say
a
shuttlecock
among
worlds
,
ready
to
be
tossed
up
anyhow
and
anywhere
,
provided
the
battledore
be
of
gold
!
"
"
You
speak
a
trifle
bitterly
,
prince
"
--
I
said
--
"
But
no
doubt
you
have
had
a
wide
experience
among
men
?
"
"
I
have
,
"
he
returned
with
emphasis
--
"
My
kingdom
is
a
vast
one
.
"
"
You
are
a
ruling
power
then
?
"
I
exclaimed
with
some
astonishment
--
"
Yours
is
not
a
title
of
honour
only
?
"
"
Oh
,
as
your
rules
of
aristocracy
go
,
it
is
a
mere
title
of
honour
"
--
he
replied
quickly
--
"
When
I
say
that
my
kingdom
is
a
vast
one
,
I
mean
that
I
rule
wherever
men
obey
the
influence
of
wealth
.
From
this
point
of
view
,
am
I
wrong
in
calling
my
kingdom
vast
?
--
is
it
not
almost
boundless
?
"
"
I
perceive
you
are
a
cynic
,
"
--
I
said
--
"
Yet
surely
you
believe
that
there
are
some
things
wealth
can
not
buy
--
honour
and
virtue
for
example
?
"
He
surveyed
me
with
a
whimsical
smile
.
