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"
Good
--
good
!
Why
,
truly
thou
art
better
than
thy
looks
.
Marry
I
do
not
think
there
's
not
another
archangel
with
so
right
a
heart
as
thine
.
Wilt
ride
?
Wilt
take
the
wee
donkey
that
's
for
my
boy
,
or
wilt
thou
fork
thy
holy
legs
over
this
ill-conditioned
slave
of
a
mule
that
I
have
provided
for
myself
?
--
and
had
been
cheated
in
too
,
had
he
cost
but
the
indifferent
sum
of
a
month
's
usury
on
a
brass
farthing
let
to
a
tinker
out
of
work
.
"
"
No
--
ride
thy
mule
,
and
lead
thine
ass
;
I
am
surer
on
mine
own
feet
,
and
will
walk
.
"
"
Then
prithee
mind
the
little
beast
for
me
while
I
take
my
life
in
my
hands
and
make
what
success
I
may
toward
mounting
the
big
one
.
"
Then
followed
a
confusion
of
kicks
,
cuffs
,
tramplings
and
plungings
,
accompanied
by
a
thunderous
intermingling
of
volleyed
curses
,
and
finally
a
bitter
apostrophe
to
the
mule
,
which
must
have
broken
its
spirit
,
for
hostilities
seemed
to
cease
from
that
moment
.
With
unutterable
misery
the
fettered
little
King
heard
the
voices
and
footsteps
fade
away
and
die
out
.
All
hope
forsook
him
,
now
,
for
the
moment
,
and
a
dull
despair
settled
down
upon
his
heart
.
"
My
only
friend
is
deceived
and
got
rid
of
,
"
he
said
;
"
the
hermit
will
return
and
--
"
He
finished
with
a
gasp
;
and
at
once
fell
to
struggling
so
frantically
with
his
bonds
again
,
that
he
shook
off
the
smothering
sheepskin
.
And
now
he
heard
the
door
open
!
The
sound
chilled
him
to
the
marrow
--
already
he
seemed
to
feel
the
knife
at
his
throat
.
Horror
made
him
close
his
eyes
;
horror
made
him
open
them
again
--
and
before
him
stood
John
Canty
and
Hugo
!
He
would
have
said
"
Thank
God
!
"
if
his
jaws
had
been
free
.
A
moment
or
two
later
his
limbs
were
at
liberty
,
and
his
captors
,
each
gripping
him
by
an
arm
,
were
hurrying
him
with
all
speed
through
the
forest
.
Once
more
'
King
Foo-foo
the
First
'
was
roving
with
the
tramps
and
outlaws
,
a
butt
for
their
coarse
jests
and
dull-witted
railleries
,
and
sometimes
the
victim
of
small
spitefulness
at
the
hands
of
Canty
and
Hugo
when
the
Ruffler
's
back
was
turned
.
None
but
Canty
and
Hugo
really
disliked
him
.
Some
of
the
others
liked
him
,
and
all
admired
his
pluck
and
spirit
.
During
two
or
three
days
,
Hugo
,
in
whose
ward
and
charge
the
King
was
,
did
what
he
covertly
could
to
make
the
boy
uncomfortable
;
and
at
night
,
during
the
customary
orgies
,
he
amused
the
company
by
putting
small
indignities
upon
him
--
always
as
if
by
accident
.
Twice
he
stepped
upon
the
King
's
toes
--
accidentally
--
and
the
King
,
as
became
his
royalty
,
was
contemptuously
unconscious
of
it
and
indifferent
to
it
;
but
the
third
time
Hugo
entertained
himself
in
that
way
,
the
King
felled
him
to
the
ground
with
a
cudgel
,
to
the
prodigious
delight
of
the
tribe
.
Hugo
,
consumed
with
anger
and
shame
,
sprang
up
,
seized
a
cudgel
,
and
came
at
his
small
adversary
in
a
fury
.
Instantly
a
ring
was
formed
around
the
gladiators
,
and
the
betting
and
cheering
began
.
But
poor
Hugo
stood
no
chance
whatever
.
His
frantic
and
lubberly
'
prentice-work
found
but
a
poor
market
for
itself
when
pitted
against
an
arm
which
had
been
trained
by
the
first
masters
of
Europe
in
single-stick
,
quarter-staff
,
and
every
art
and
trick
of
swordsmanship
.
