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"Well," she remarked, "I do not know whether your mamma would like you to tell stories to servant girls, but I know MY mamma wouldn't like ME to do it."
"Monseigneur, the good God knows; but I don't ask it.
Poems had been written to illustrate this point.
And actually it was the beggar-child, clean and neatly clothed, and looking as if she had not been hungry for a long time.
