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XXIII

These orders given, the Prince, in half a pet,

Let o’er the silk his propping elbow slide,

Caught up his little legs, and, in a fret,

Fell on the sofa on his royal side,

The slave retreated backwards, humble-eyed,

And with a slave-like silence closed the door,

And to old Hum thro’ street and alley hied;

He “knew the city,” as we say, of yore,

And for short cuts and turns, was nobody knew more.