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It was the sort of time that all the Offal Court boys had, therefore he supposed it was the correct and comfortable thing.
“My back is my bread, O my gracious liege! if it go idle, I starve. An’ thou cease from study mine office is gone thou’lt need no whipping-boy. Do not turn me away!”
“There, good soul, trouble thyself no further, thy power is departed out of thee. Go thy way in peace; and if it return to thee at any time, forget me not, but fetch me a storm.”13
He felt much as a man might who had danced blithely out to enjoy a rainbow, and got struck by lightning.
