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 114 thought I was killed, and that's what she was crying for. You may go off with yourself. There's nothing for you to get here.”

The king went away. He was up and he was down. If he were to be walking till now he wouldn't get one to go crying. He had nothing for it but to go home. The tailor's wife and Jack were married then.