The fellows had seen him running. But as my little conductress, with her hair of gold and her frock of blue, danced before me round corners and pattered down passages, I had the view of a castle of romance inhabited by a rosy sprite, such a place as would somehow, for diversion of the young idea, take all color out of storybooks and fairytales. He had spoken of a mother's love. The first sting inflicted by this cruel worm will be the memory of past pleasures.
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