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Charmingly she made room for him upon the bed of heather. She placed herself snugly between the wall and his shoulder, with her feet toasting upon the hearthstone, and merely gave a sigh of gratitude when he leaned forward to place his knapsack between the rough stone and her heels. Then she began: --
"Once upon a time there lived a man whose name was Tregeagle. Nothing is known about his early life, because none of the Cornish villages will own him, which is rather stupid, because after all a great criminal is just as famous in his way as an equally great saint -- you may expect to hear comments like that. Remember they are mine, and don't belong to the story. Well, this man became at last the steward of Lord Robartes at Lanhydrock. If ever you go there ask to see Tregeagle's room. Mention me, and they will be delighted to show it you.