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THE VOLUNTARY BEGGAR 395
" Away, away with thee, thou evil flatterer ! " cried Zarathustra mischievously. " Why dost thou spoil me with such praise and honey of flattery ?
Away, away from me ! " he cried once more and swung his stick after the affectionate beggar, who ran hastily away.
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