“O,” said he, “never mind! I am honoured in even that little rose of
shame. You won’t grow it long.”
“Gogo,” I said, “how dare you?”
“Why,” said he, “as dogs dare, who love without respect, and see no
more harm to serve a thief than a prince.”
“O,” said he, “never mind! I am honoured in even that little rose of
shame. You won’t grow it long.”
“Gogo,” I said, “how dare you?”
“Why,” said he, “as dogs dare, who love without respect, and see no
more harm to serve a thief than a prince.”