John Canty moved off, muttering threats and curses, and was swallowed from

Sight in the crowd. Hendon ascended three flights of stairs to his room, with

His charge, after ordering a meal to be sent thither. It was a poor apartment,

With a shabby bed and some odds and ends of old furniture in it, and was

Vaguely lighted by a couple of sickly candles. The little king dragged himself

To the bed and lay down upon it, almost exhausted with hunger and fatigue.

He had been on his feet a good part of a day and a night, for it was now two or

three o'clock in the morning, and had eaten nothing meantime. He murmured

drowsily:

'Prithee, call me when the table is spread,' and sunk into a deep sleep

Immediately.

A smile twinkled in Hendon's eye, and he said to himself:

'By the mass, the little beggar takes to one's quarters and usurps one's bed

With as natural and easy a grace as if he owned them — with never a by-your-

Leave or so-please-it-you, or anything of the sort. In his diseased ravings he

Called himself the Prince of Wales, and bravely doth he keep up the character.

Poor little friendless rat, doubtless his mind has been disordered with ill

Usage. Well, I will be his friend; I have saved him, and it draweth me strongly

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