I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. I hate what I have to do to survive. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. “I wonder if it is. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. ’ She smiled on the last words, adding, ‘Oh, I don’t blame you for trying. Their flitting hands were always touching.
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