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He
bent
over
the
boy
and
contemplated
him
with
kind
and
pitying
interest
,
tapping
the
young
cheek
tenderly
and
smoothing
back
the
tangled
curls
with
his
great
brown
hand
.
A
slight
shiver
passed
over
the
boy
's
form
.
Hendon
muttered
--
"
See
,
now
,
how
like
a
man
it
was
to
let
him
lie
here
uncovered
and
fill
his
body
with
deadly
rheums
.
Now
what
shall
I
do
?
'
twill
wake
him
to
take
him
up
and
put
him
within
the
bed
,
and
he
sorely
needeth
sleep
.
"
He
looked
about
for
extra
covering
,
but
finding
none
,
doffed
his
doublet
and
wrapped
the
lad
in
it
,
saying
,
"
I
am
used
to
nipping
air
and
scant
apparel
,
'
tis
little
I
shall
mind
the
cold
!
"
--
then
walked
up
and
down
the
room
,
to
keep
his
blood
in
motion
,
soliloquising
as
before
.
"
His
injured
mind
persuades
him
he
is
Prince
of
Wales
;
'
twill
be
odd
to
have
a
Prince
of
Wales
still
with
us
,
now
that
he
that
was
the
prince
is
prince
no
more
,
but
king
--
for
this
poor
mind
is
set
upon
the
one
fantasy
,
and
will
not
reason
out
that
now
it
should
cast
by
the
prince
and
call
itself
the
king
...
If
my
father
liveth
still
,
after
these
seven
years
that
I
have
heard
nought
from
home
in
my
foreign
dungeon
,
he
will
welcome
the
poor
lad
and
give
him
generous
shelter
for
my
sake
;
so
will
my
good
elder
brother
,
Arthur
;
my
other
brother
,
Hugh
--
but
I
will
crack
his
crown
an
he
interfere
,
the
fox-hearted
,
ill-conditioned
animal
!
Yes
,
thither
will
we
fare
--
and
straightway
,
too
.
"
A
servant
entered
with
a
smoking
meal
,
disposed
it
upon
a
small
deal
table
,
placed
the
chairs
,
and
took
his
departure
,
leaving
such
cheap
lodgers
as
these
to
wait
upon
themselves
.
The
door
slammed
after
him
,
and
the
noise
woke
the
boy
,
who
sprang
to
a
sitting
posture
,
and
shot
a
glad
glance
about
him
;
then
a
grieved
look
came
into
his
face
and
he
murmured
to
himself
,
with
a
deep
sigh
,
"
Alack
,
it
was
but
a
dream
,
woe
is
me
!
"
Next
he
noticed
Miles
Hendon
's
doublet
--
glanced
from
that
to
Hendon
,
comprehended
the
sacrifice
that
had
been
made
for
him
,
and
said
,
gently
--
"
Thou
art
good
to
me
,
yes
,
thou
art
very
good
to
me
.
Take
it
and
put
it
on
--
I
shall
not
need
it
more
.
"
Then
he
got
up
and
walked
to
the
washstand
in
the
corner
and
stood
there
,
waiting
.
Hendon
said
in
a
cheery
voice
--
"
We
'll
have
a
right
hearty
sup
and
bite
,
now
,
for
everything
is
savoury
and
smoking
hot
,
and
that
and
thy
nap
together
will
make
thee
a
little
man
again
,
never
fear
!
"
The
boy
made
no
answer
,
but
bent
a
steady
look
,
that
was
filled
with
grave
surprise
,
and
also
somewhat
touched
with
impatience
,
upon
the
tall
knight
of
the
sword
.
Hendon
was
puzzled
,
and
said
--
