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7157	Twain, Mark	The Prince and the Pauper, Part 4.			.txt	text/plain	9298	368	77	Said he-- Bless us, what is it? Prithee pour the water, and make not so many words! Hendon, suppressing a horse-laugh, and saying to himself, By all the saints, but this is admirable! stepped briskly forward and did the small insolent's bidding; then stood by, in a sort of stupefaction, until the command, Come--the towel! Petitions were read, and proclamations, patents, and all manner of wordy, repetitious, and wearisome papers relating to the public business; and at last Tom sighed pathetically and murmured to himself, In what have I offended, that the good God should take me away from the fields and the free air and the sunshine, to shut me up here and make me a king and afflict me so?	cache/7157.txt	txt/7157.txt
