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But that would not have suited Fate. She loves to laugh at men, and to make of life a paradox. To the one, she played ravishing strains, having first taken the precaution to make him stone deaf. To the other, she piped a few poor notes on a cracked tin whistle, and he thought it was music, and danced! BUT THAT WOULD NOT HAVE SUITED FATE SHE LOVES TO LAUGH AT MEN AND TO MAKE OF LIFE A PARADOX TO THE ONE SHE PLAYED RAVISHING STRAINS HAVING FIRST TAKEN THE PRECAUTION TO MAKE HIM STONE DEAF TO THE OTHER SHE PIPED A FEW POOR NOTES ON A CRACK TIN WHISTLE AND HE THOUGHT IT WAS MUSIC AND DANCED
on for walking along outside the stone coping of Westminster Bridge. He thought it was "prime," being in the hospital, and told me that he was living like a fighting-cock, and that he did not mean to go out sooner than he could help. I asked him if he were not in pain, and he said "Yes," when he "thought about it." Poor little chap! he only managed to live like a "fighting-cock" for three days more. Then he died, cheerful up to the last, so they told me, like the plucky little English game-cock he was. He could not have been more than twelve years old when he crowed his last. It had been a short life for him, but a very merry one. Now, if only this little beggar and poor old Ludwig could have gone into partnership, and so have shared between them the shoeblack's power of enjoying and the king's stock of enjoyments, what a good thing it would have been for both of them--especially for King Ludwig. He would never have thought of drowning himself then--life would have been too delightful.  HIMSELF OWING TO HIS FATAL PASSION FOR WALKING ALONG OUTSIDE THE STONE COPING OF WESTMINSTER BRIDGE HE THOUGHT IT WAS PRIME BEING IN THE HOSPITAL AND TOLD ME THAT HE WAS LIVING LIKE A FIGHTING COCK AND THAT HE DID NOT MEAN TO GO OUT SOONER THAN HE COULD HELP I ASKED HIM IF HE WERE NOT IN PAIN AND HE SAID YES WHEN HE THOUGHT ABOUT IT POOR LITTLE CHAP HE ONLY MANAGED TO LIVE LIKE A FIGHTING COCK FOR THREE DAYS MORE THEN HE DIED CHEERFUL UP TO THE LAST SO THEY TOLD ME LIKE THE PLUCKY LITTLE ENGLISH GAMECOCK HE WAS HE COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE THAN TWELVE YEARS OLD WHEN HE CROWED HIS LAST IT HAD BEEN A SHORT LIFE FOR HIM BUT A VERY MERRY ONE NOW IF ONLY THIS LITTLE BEGGAR AND POOR OLD LUDVIG COULD HAVE GONE INTO PARTNERSHIP AND SO HAVE SHARED BETWEEN THEM THE SHOEBLACK'S POWER OF ENJOYING AND THE KING'S STOCK OF ENJOYMENTS WHAT A GOOD THING IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FOR BOTH OF THEM ESPECIALLY FOR KING LUDVIG HE WOULD NEVER HAVE THOUGHT OF DROWNING HIMSELF THEN LIFE WOULD HAVE BEEN TOO DELIGHTFUL
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