Bouguereau William

Bouguereau William
He had been on his feet a good part of a day and a night, for it was now two or three o'clock in the morning, and had eaten nothing meantime. He murmured drowsily:
"Prithee, call me when the table is spread," and sunk into a deep sleep immediately.
A smile twinkled in Hendon's eye, and he said to himself
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"By the mass, the little beggar takes to one's quarters and usurps one's bed with as natural and easy a grace as if he owned them-with never a by-your-leave or so-please-it-you, or anything of the sort. In his diseased ravings he called himself the Prince of Wales, and bravely doth he keep up the character. Poor little friendless rat, doubtless his mind has been disordered with ill usage. Well, I will be his friend; I have saved him, and it draweth me strongly to him
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