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Enter!--but leave sin behind, for the ground whereon thou shalt stand is
holy!"
The King entered, and paused. The hermit turned a pair of gleaming,
unrestful eyes upon him, and said--
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Who art thou?"
I am the King," came the answer, with placid simplicity.
Welcome, King!" cried the hermit, with enthusiasm. Then, bustling about
with feverish activity, and constantly saying, "Welcome, welcome," he
arranged his bench, seated the King on it, by the hearth, threw some
faggots on the fire, and finally fell to pacing the floor with a nervous
stride.
"Welcome! Many have sought sanctuary here, but they were not worthy,
and were turned away. But a King who casts his crown away, and despises
the vain splendours of his office, and clothes his body in rags, to devote
his life to holiness and the mortification of the flesh--he is worthy, he
is welcome!--here shall he abide all his days till death come." The King
hastened to interrupt and explain, but the hermit paid no attention to
him--did not even hear him, apparently, but went right on with his talk,
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