mind. Apparently he was unsuccessful. Now he started quickly up, and

entered his guest's room, and said--

Thou art King?"

Yes," was the response, drowsily uttered.

What King?"

Of England."

Of England? Then Henry is gone!"

Alack, it is so. I am his son."

A black frown settled down upon the hermit's face, and he clenched his

bony hands with a vindictive energy. He stood a few moments, breathing

fast and swallowing repeatedly, then said in a husky voice--

Dost know it was he that turned us out into the world houseless and

homeless?"

There was no response. The old man bent down and scanned the boy's

reposeful face and listened to his placid breathing. "He sleeps--sleeps

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