? ? ? ? Mary Jane she went for him, Susan and the hare-lip went for the duke, and then such another hugging and kissing I never see yet. And everybody crowded up with the tears in their eyes, and most shook the hands off of them frauds, saying all the time:
? ? ? ? "You dear good souls!- how lovely!- how could you!"
? ? ? ? Well, then, pretty soon all hands got to talking about the diseased again, and how good he was, and what a loss he was, and all that; and before long a big iron-jawed man worked himself in there from outside, and stood a listening and looking, and not saying anything; and nobody saying anything to him either, because the king was talking and they was all busy listening. The king was saying- in the middle of something he'd started in on-
? ? ? ? "-they bein' partickler friends o' the diseased. That's why they're invited here this evenin'; but to-morrow we want all to come- everybody; for he respected everybody, he liked everybody, and so it's fitten that his funeral orgies sh'd be public."
? ? ? ? And so he went a-mooning on and on, liking to hear himself talk, and every little while he fetched in his funeral orgies again, till the duke he couldn't stand it no more; so he writes on a little scrap of paper, "obsequies, you old fool," and folds it up and goes to goo-gooing and reaching it over people's heads to him.
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