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           Hothere!Guards!SirWilliam!What!istherenogroomofthechamberinwaiting?Alack!itshallgohardwith—"

           "Whataileththee?"askedawhispernearhim."Whoartthoucalling?"

           "SirWilliamHerbert.Whoartthou?"

           "I?WhoshouldIbe,butthysisterNan?Oh,Tom,Ihadforgot!Thou’rtmadyet—poorlad,thou’rtmadyet:wouldIhadneverwoketoknowitagain!Butpritheemasterthytongue,lestwebeallbeatentillwedie!"

           ThestartledPrincesprangpartlyup,butasharpreminderfromhisstiffenedbruisesbroughthimtohimself,andhesankbackamonghisfoulstrawwithamoanandtheejaculation—

           "Alas!itwasnodream,then!"

           Inamomentalltheheavysorrowandmiserywhichsleephadbanishedwereuponhimagain,andherealisedthathewasnolongerapettedprinceinapalace,withtheadoringeyesofanationuponhim,butapauper,anoutcast,clothedinrags,prisonerinadenfitonlyforbeasts,andconsortingwithbeggarsandthieves.

           Inthemidstofhisgriefhebegantobeconsciousofhilariousnoisesandshoutings,apparentlybutablockortwoaway.Thenextmomenttherewereseveralsharprapsatthedoor;JohnCantyceasedfromsnoringandsaid—

           "Whoknocketh?Whatwiltthou?"

           Avoiceanswered—

           "Know’stthouwhoitwasthoulaidthycudgelon?"

           "No.NeitherknowI,norcare."

           "Belikethou’ltchangethynoteeftsoons.Anthouwouldsavethyneck,nothingbutflightmaysteadthee.Themanisthismomentdeliveringuptheghost.