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unrestful eyes upon him, and said:
'Who art thou?'
'I am the king,' came the answer, with placid simplicity.
'Welcome, king!' cried the hermit, with enthusiasm. Then, bustling about with
feverish activity, and constantly saying 'Welcome, welcome,' he arranged his
Bench, seated the king on it, by the hearth, threw some fagots on the fire, and
Finally fell to pacing the floor, with a nervous stride.
'Welcome! Many have sought sanctuary here, but they were not worthy, and
Were turned away. But a king who casts his crown away, and despises the vain
Splendors of his office, and clothes his body in rags, to devote his life to
holiness and the mortification of the flesh — he is worthy, he is welcome! —
here shall he abide all his days till death come.' The king hastened to interrupt
And explain, but the hermit paid no attention to him — did not even hear him
Apparently, but went right on with his talk, with a raised voice and a growing
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energy. 'And thou shalt be at peace here. None shall find out thy refuge to
Disquiet thee with supplications to return to that empty and foolish life which
God hath moved thee to abandon. Thou shalt pray here; thou shalt study the
Book; thou shalt meditate upon the follies and delusions of this world, and
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