nen.

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    ttle page gre

    him.

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    t ts out and said,  dost thou seek here?

    None enters by t the King.

    And o the

    King, and s aside and passed in.

    And wherds dress, he

    rose up in o meet him, and said

    to  crown

    s sceptre shy hand?

    Surely to t a day of

    abasement.

    S Grief he young King.

    And old hree dreams.

    And w his brows, and said, My

    son, I am an old man, and in ter of my days, and I kno

    many evil the fierce robbers

    come doains, and carry off ttle children,

    and sell to t for the

    caravans, and leap upon ts up the

    corn in the hill.

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    fisake ts from t-marshes live

    ttled reeds, and none may come

    nigies, and eat their

    food  t to be?  ilt

    take t t thy

    board?  Shee?

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    t for t t done, but I bid to

    t on t t

    beseemethee, and

    tre of pearl hy

    dreams, too

    great for one man to bear, and too heavy for one

    to suffer.

    Sayest t in the young King, and he

    strode past teps of tar, and

    stood before t.

    ood before t, and on  hand and on

    he

    yello before the

    image of C, and t candles burned brighe

    jewelled shin blue