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THE PRINCESS POURQUOI
chance given him to continue the subject he did not improve.
"Once," continued the Princess, "in a hovel among other hovels at the foot of the hill. Through the open door of the sick-room where I stood, I saw you sitting at a poor man's table, sharing his black bread and muddy ale. Why were you there?"
"He was my friend," said the artisan. "His hut was then my home."
"Why do you wear a workingman's blouse and carve in stone?" demanded the Princess abruptly.
"Madame and Princess," replied the man, "it is the work that I have chosen," and he went on chipping away fine flakes of stone.
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