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"
Out
of
my
sight
,
idiot
!
Thy
prating
drives
me
mad
!
Hold
!
Whither
art
flying
?
Canst
not
bide
still
an
instant
?
Went
they
toward
Southwark
?
"
"
Even
so
,
your
worship
--
for
,
as
I
said
before
,
as
to
that
detestable
joint
,
the
babe
unborn
is
no
whit
more
blameless
than
--
"
"
Art
here
yet
!
And
prating
still
!
Vanish
,
lest
I
throttle
thee
!
"
The
servitor
vanished
Hendon
followed
after
him
,
passed
him
,
and
plunged
down
the
stairs
two
steps
at
a
stride
,
muttering
,
"
'
Tis
that
scurvy
villain
that
claimed
he
was
his
son
.
I
have
lost
thee
,
my
poor
little
mad
master
--
it
is
a
bitter
thought
--
and
I
had
come
to
love
thee
so
!
No
!
by
book
and
bell
,
not
lost
!
Not
lost
,
for
I
will
ransack
the
land
till
I
find
thee
again
.
Poor
child
,
yonder
is
his
breakfast
--
and
mine
,
but
I
have
no
hunger
now
;
so
,
let
the
rats
have
it
--
speed
,
speed
!
that
is
the
word
!
"
As
he
wormed
his
swift
way
through
the
noisy
multitudes
upon
the
Bridge
he
several
times
said
to
himself
--
clinging
to
the
thought
as
if
it
were
a
particularly
pleasing
one
--
"
He
grumbled
,
but
he
went
--
he
went
,
yes
,
because
he
thought
Miles
Hendon
asked
it
,
sweet
lad
--
he
would
ne'er
have
done
it
for
another
,
I
know
it
well
.
"
Toward
daylight
of
the
same
morning
,
Tom
Canty
stirred
out
of
a
heavy
sleep
and
opened
his
eyes
in
the
dark
.
He
lay
silent
a
few
moments
,
trying
to
analyse
his
confused
thoughts
and
impressions
,
and
get
some
sort
of
meaning
out
of
them
;
then
suddenly
he
burst
out
in
a
rapturous
but
guarded
voice
--
"
I
see
it
all
,
I
see
it
all
!
Now
God
be
thanked
,
I
am
indeed
awake
at
last
!
Come
,
joy
!
vanish
,
sorrow
!
Ho
,
Nan
!
Bet
!
kick
off
your
straw
and
hie
ye
hither
to
my
side
,
till
I
do
pour
into
your
unbelieving
ears
the
wildest
madcap
dream
that
ever
the
spirits
of
night
did
conjure
up
to
astonish
the
soul
of
man
withal
!
...
Ho
,
Nan
,
I
say
!
Bet
!
"
A
dim
form
appeared
at
his
side
,
and
a
voice
said
--
"
Wilt
deign
to
deliver
thy
commands
?
"
"
Commands
?
...
O
,
woe
is
me
,
I
know
thy
voice
!
Speak
thou
--
who
am
I
?
"
"
Thou
?
In
sooth
,
yesternight
wert
thou
the
Prince
of
Wales
;
to-day
art
thou
my
most
gracious
liege
,
Edward
,
King
of
England
.
"
