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The Prince in the toils

           JohnCantydeliveredhimselfofafuriouscurseandcommandedaretreat;butitwastoolate.Heandhistribewereswallowedupinthatswarminghiveofhumanity,andhopelesslyseparatedfromeachotherinaninstant.WearenotconsideringthatthePrincewasoneofhistribe;Cantystillkepthisgripuponhim.ThePrince’sheartwasbeatinghighwithhopesofescape,now.Aburlywaterman,considerablyexaltedwithliquor,foundhimselfrudelyshovedbyCantyinhiseffortstoploughthroughthecrowd;helaidhisgreathandonCanty’sshoulderandsaid

           "Nay,whithersofast,friend?Dostcankerthysoulwithsordidbusinesswhenallthatbelealmenandtruemakeholiday?"

           "Mineaffairsaremineown,theyconcerntheenot,"answeredCanty,roughly;"takeawaythyhandandletmepass."

           "Siththatisthyhumour,thou’ltnotpass,tillthou’stdrunktothePrinceofWales,Itelltheethat,"saidthewaterman,barringthewayresolutely.

           "Givemethecup,then,andmakespeed,makespeed!"

           Otherrevellerswereinterestedbythistime.Theycriedout

           "Theloving-cup,theloving-cup!makethesourknavedrinktheloving-cup,elsewillwefeedhimtothefishes."

           Soahugeloving-cupwasbrought;thewaterman,graspingitbyoneofitshandles,andwiththeotherhandbearinguptheendofanimaginarynapkin,presenteditindueandancientformtoCanty,whohadtograsptheoppositehandlewithoneofhishandsandtakeoffthelidwiththeother,accordingtoancientcustom

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