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Mine was the kingdom of fancy, now I am a fallen king. / Snoilsky
The wooden shoes clattered in uneasy measure on the pavements. The street boys hurried by. They shouted, they whistled. The houses shook, and from the courts the echo rushed out like a chained dog from his kennel.