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Hendon to the rescue

           Immediatelycameasuccessionofthunderingknocksuponthecabindoor,followedby

           "Hullo-o-o!Open!Anddespatch,inthenameofallthedevils!"

           Oh,thiswastheblessedestsoundthathadevermademusicintheKing’sears;foritwasMilesHendon’svoice!

           Thehermit,grindinghisteethinimpotentrage,movedswiftlyoutofthebedchamber,closingthedoorbehindhim;andstraightwaytheKingheardatalk,tothiseffect,proceedingfromthe‘chapel’:

           "Homageandgreeting,reverendsir!Whereistheboymyboy?"

           "Whatboy,friend?"

           "Whatboy!Liemenolies,sirpriest,playmenodeceptions!Iamnotinthehumourforit.NeartothisplaceIcaughtthescoundrelswhoIjudgeddidstealhimfromme,andImadethemconfess;theysaidhewasatlargeagain,andtheyhadtrackedhimtoyourdoor.Theyshowedmehisveryfootprints.Nowpalternomore;forlookyou,holysir,an’thouproducehimnotWhereistheboy?"

           "Ogoodsir,peradventureyoumeantheraggedregalvagrantthattarriedherethenight.Ifsuchasyoutakeaninterestinsuchashe,know,then,thatIhavesenthimofanerrand.Hewillbebackanon."

           "Howsoon?Howsoon?Come,wastenotthetimecannotIovertakehim?Howsoonwillhebeback?"

           "Thouneed’stnotstir;hewillreturnquickly."

           "Sobeit,then.Iwilltrytowait.Butstop!yousenthimofanerrand?you!Verilythisisaliehewouldnotgo.Hewouldpullthyoldbeard,an’thoudidstofferhimsuchaninsolence.

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