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that it was a Postillon d'amour which drove this little linguistic omnibus, where the noblest and simplest words are to be found side by side. Did she faithfully cling to a dear remembrance when learning words of the language which was this painter's mother-tongue, or had she not yet given up the hope that it also might become hers by adoption? Perhaps she did not know herself.
I thought of the little glow-worm keeping its faithful watch evening after evening on the same spot, and throwing its light out into the night for companionship.
As I came close to the stairs its spark met me from the corner of the stone steps.
