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"
I
do
,
I
do
--
I
know
him
not
,
I
loathe
him
,
and
will
die
before
I
will
go
with
him
.
"
"
Then
'
tis
settled
,
and
there
is
nought
more
to
say
.
"
"
We
will
see
,
as
to
that
!
"
exclaimed
John
Canty
,
striding
past
Hendon
to
get
at
the
boy
;
"
by
force
shall
he
--
"
"
If
thou
do
but
touch
him
,
thou
animated
offal
,
I
will
spit
thee
like
a
goose
!
"
said
Hendon
,
barring
the
way
and
laying
his
hand
upon
his
sword
hilt
.
Canty
drew
back
.
"
Now
mark
ye
,
"
continued
Hendon
,
"
I
took
this
lad
under
my
protection
when
a
mob
of
such
as
thou
would
have
mishandled
him
,
mayhap
killed
him
;
dost
imagine
I
will
desert
him
now
to
a
worser
fate
?
--
for
whether
thou
art
his
father
or
no
--
and
sooth
to
say
,
I
think
it
is
a
lie
--
a
decent
swift
death
were
better
for
such
a
lad
than
life
in
such
brute
hands
as
thine
.
So
go
thy
ways
,
and
set
quick
about
it
,
for
I
like
not
much
bandying
of
words
,
being
not
over-patient
in
my
nature
.
"
John
Canty
moved
off
,
muttering
threats
and
curses
,
and
was
swallowed
from
sight
in
the
crowd
.
Hendon
ascended
three
flights
of
stairs
to
his
room
,
with
his
charge
,
after
ordering
a
meal
to
be
sent
thither
.
It
was
a
poor
apartment
,
with
a
shabby
bed
and
some
odds
and
ends
of
old
furniture
in
it
,
and
was
vaguely
lighted
by
a
couple
of
sickly
candles
.
The
little
King
dragged
himself
to
the
bed
and
lay
down
upon
it
,
almost
exhausted
with
hunger
and
fatigue
.
He
had
been
on
his
feet
a
good
part
of
a
day
and
a
night
(
for
it
was
now
two
or
three
o'clock
in
the
morning
)
,
and
had
eaten
nothing
meantime
.
He
murmured
drowsily
--
"
Prithee
call
me
when
the
table
is
spread
,
"
and
sank
into
a
deep
sleep
immediately
.
A
smile
twinkled
in
Hendon
's
eye
,
and
he
said
to
himself
--
"
By
the
mass
,
the
little
beggar
takes
to
one
's
quarters
and
usurps
one
's
bed
with
as
natural
and
easy
a
grace
as
if
he
owned
them
--
with
never
a
by-your-leave
or
so-please-it-you
,
or
anything
of
the
sort
.
In
his
diseased
ravings
he
called
himself
the
Prince
of
Wales
,
and
bravely
doth
he
keep
up
the
character
.
Poor
little
friendless
rat
,
doubtless
his
mind
has
been
disordered
with
ill-usage
.
Well
,
I
will
be
his
friend
;
I
have
saved
him
,
and
it
draweth
me
strongly
to
him
;
already
I
love
the
bold-tongued
little
rascal
.
How
soldier-like
he
faced
the
smutty
rabble
and
flung
back
his
high
defiance
!
And
what
a
comely
,
sweet
and
gentle
face
he
hath
,
now
that
sleep
hath
conjured
away
its
troubles
and
its
griefs
.
I
will
teach
him
;
I
will
cure
his
malady
;
yea
,
I
will
be
his
elder
brother
,
and
care
for
him
and
watch
over
him
;
and
whoso
would
shame
him
or
do
him
hurt
may
order
his
shroud
,
for
though
I
be
burnt
for
it
he
shall
need
it
!
"
