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"
What
's
amiss
?
"
"
Good
sir
,
I
would
wash
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
is
that
all
?
Ask
no
permission
of
Miles
Hendon
for
aught
thou
cravest
.
Make
thyself
perfectly
free
here
,
and
welcome
,
with
all
that
are
his
belongings
.
"
Still
the
boy
stood
,
and
moved
not
;
more
,
he
tapped
the
floor
once
or
twice
with
his
small
impatient
foot
.
Hendon
was
wholly
perplexed
.
Said
he
--
"
Bless
us
,
what
is
it
?
"
"
Prithee
pour
the
water
,
and
make
not
so
many
words
!
"
Hendon
,
suppressing
a
horse-laugh
,
and
saying
to
himself
,
"
By
all
the
saints
,
but
this
is
admirable
!
"
stepped
briskly
forward
and
did
the
small
insolent
's
bidding
;
then
stood
by
,
in
a
sort
of
stupefaction
,
until
the
command
,
"
Come
--
the
towel
!
"
woke
him
sharply
up
.
He
took
up
a
towel
,
from
under
the
boy
's
nose
,
and
handed
it
to
him
without
comment
.
He
now
proceeded
to
comfort
his
own
face
with
a
wash
,
and
while
he
was
at
it
his
adopted
child
seated
himself
at
the
table
and
prepared
to
fall
to
.
Hendon
despatched
his
ablutions
with
alacrity
,
then
drew
back
the
other
chair
and
was
about
to
place
himself
at
table
,
when
the
boy
said
,
indignantly
--
"
Forbear
!
Wouldst
sit
in
the
presence
of
the
King
?
"
This
blow
staggered
Hendon
to
his
foundations
.
He
muttered
to
himself
,
"
Lo
,
the
poor
thing
's
madness
is
up
with
the
time
!
It
hath
changed
with
the
great
change
that
is
come
to
the
realm
,
and
now
in
fancy
is
he
king
!
Good
lack
,
I
must
humour
the
conceit
,
too
--
there
is
no
other
way
--
faith
,
he
would
order
me
to
the
Tower
,
else
!
"
