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Chapter XIII. The disappearance of the Prince. |
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"All alone, your worship." "Art sure?" "Sure, your worship." "Collect thy scattered wits--bethink thee--take time, man." After a moment's thought, the servant said-- "When he came, none came with him; but now I remember me that as the two stepped into the throng of the Bridge, a ruffian-looking man plunged out from some near place; and just as he was joining them--" "What THEN?--out with it!" thundered the impatient Hendon, interrupting. "Just then the crowd lapped them up and closed them in, and I saw no more, being called by my master, who was in a rage because a joint that the scrivener had ordered was forgot, though I take all the saints to witness that to blame ME for that miscarriage were like holding the unborn babe to judgment for sins com--" "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-- " |
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