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A VICTIM OF TREACHERY.
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wrist reluctantly; the crowd eyed the stranger unlovingly, but prudently closed their mouths. The king sprang to his deliverer's side, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, exclaiming—
"Thou hast lagged sorely, but thou comest in good season, now, Sir Miles; carve me this rabble to rags!"
