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Thou'lt not beg!" exclaimed Hugo, eyeing the King with surprise.
Prithee, since when hast thou reformed?"
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What dost thou mean?"
Mean? Hast thou not begged the streets of London all thy life?"
I? Thou idiot!"
Spare thy compliments--thy stock will last the longer. Thy father says
thou hast begged all thy days. Mayhap he lied. Peradventure you will
even make so bold as to SAY he lied," scoffed Hugo.
"Him YOU call my father? Yes, he lied."
"Come, play not thy merry game of madman so far, mate; use it for thy
amusement, not thy hurt. An' I tell him this, he will scorch thee finely
for it."
"Save thyself the trouble. I will tell him."
"I like thy spirit, I do in truth; but I do not admire thy judgment.
Bone-rackings and bastings be plenty enow in this life, without going out
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