[Illustration: “With his dark locks and swarthy cheeks smudged with dirt, the good folks took him for some gipsy boy.”] One fine autumn morning a long time ago, a little boy lay stretched in the broad seat of a latticed window, gazing earnestly with his great dark eyes on the scene before him. The window was the only one in the room, which was situated high up in a sort of tower at the corner of a big old house.…
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