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Himself as far as he could from their disagreeable company. He withdrew into
The twilight of the farther end of the barn, where he found the earthen floor
Bedded a foot deep with straw. He lay down here, drew straw over himself in
Lieu of blankets, and was soon absorbed in thinking. He had many griefs, but
The minor ones were swept almost into forgetfulness by the supreme one, the
Loss of his father. To the rest of the world the name of Henry VIII brought a
Shiver, and suggested an ogre whose nostrils breathed destruction and whose
Hand dealt scourgings and death; but to this boy the name brought only
Sensations of pleasure, the figure it invoked wore a countenance that was all
Gentleness and affection. He called to mind a long succession of loving
Passages between his father and himself, and dwelt fondly upon them, his
Unstinted tears attesting how deep and real was the grief that possessed his
Heart. As the afternoon wasted away, the lad, wearied with his troubles, sunk
Gradually into a tranquil and healing slumber.
After a considerable time — he could not tell how long — his senses struggled
To a half-consciousness, and as he lay with closed eyes vaguely wondering
Where he was and what had been happening, he noted a murmurous sound,
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