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Roain His face was still calave her away, you say?"

"Yes When the treacherous letter came from Italy he could not resist

it It was like a cry fro upon him to break

down the door of their tomb But what could he do with the child? To take

her with hihbour came--a fellow-countryman--he

kept a baker's shop in the Italian quarter 'I'hter of the sae as yours, and two

sticks will burn better than one Give the child to ht from heaven He saw his way at

last"

Roma listened with head aside

"One day he took the child and washed her pretty face and co to see another little girl and

would play with her always And the child was in high glee and laughed

and chattered and knew no difference It was evening e set out for

the stranger's house, and in the twilight of the little streets

happy-hearted o to

bed The doctor sent me into a shop to buy a cake for the little one,

and she ate it as she ran and skipped by her father's side"