She was furiously angry. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. She began to look for beauty and discover it in unexpected aspects and places.
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