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made idle and inquisitive.
"Spread out both your hands," said he, in a loud voice.
And he poured a handful of pence into them.
Govicum was grateful for his munificence.
Ursus whispered in his ear,--
"Boy, go into the yard; jump, dance, knock, bawl, whistle, coo, neigh,
applaud, stamp your feet, burst out laughing, break something."
Master Nicless, saddened and humiliated at seeing the folks who had come
to see "The Laughing Man" turned back and crowding towards other
caravans, had shut the door of the inn. He had even given up the idea of
selling any beer or spirits that evening, that he might have to answer
no awkward questions; and, quite overcome by the sudden close of the
performance, was looking, with his candle in his hand, into the court
from the balcony above.
Ursus, taking the precaution of putting his voice between parentheses
fashioned by adjusting the palms of his hands to his mouth, cried out to
him,--
"
Sir! do as your boy is doing--yelp, bark, howl."
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