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Eh, man, who do you think you are? You weren't of course born with such lofty strides, my friend?—Why should We stand off, my dear sir? Why should we budge? Are we street dogs, or what?

Our King is coming this way.

King? Which King?

Our King, the King of this country.

What, is the fellow mad? Whoever heard of our King coming out heralded by these vociferous gentry?