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they must have worked out their mines of coal and iron, till
       either none were left, or so few, that the use of these metals
       was restricted to the very highest nobility. This was the only
       solution I could think of; and, though I afterwards found
       how entirely mistaken it was, I felt quite sure then that it
       must be the right one.
          I had hardly arrived at this opinion for above four or five
       minutes, when the door opened, and a young woman made
       her  appearance  with  a  tray,  and  a  very  appetising  smell
       of dinner. I gazed upon her with admiration as she laid a
       cloth and set a savoury-looking dish upon the table. As I
       beheld her I felt as though my position was already much
       ameliorated, for the very sight of her carried great comfort.
       She  was  not  more  than  twenty,  rather  above  the  middle
       height, active and strong, but yet most delicately featured;
       her lips were full and sweet; her eyes were of a deep hazel,
       and fringed with long and springing eyelashes; her hair was
       neatly braided from off her forehead; her complexion was
       simply exquisite; her figure as robust as was consistent with
       the most perfect female beauty, yet not more so; her hands
       and feet might have served as models to a sculptor. Having
       set the stew upon the table, she retired with a glance of pity,
       whereon (remembering pity’s kinsman) I decided that she
       should pity me a little more. She returned with a bottle and
       a glass, and found me sitting on the bed with my hands over
       my face, looking the very picture of abject misery, and, like
       all pictures, rather untruthful. As I watched her, through
       my fingers, out of the room again, I felt sure that she was ex-
       ceedingly sorry for me. Her back being turned, I set to work
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