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The Tale of the Shipwrecked Parent



"And laugh in his bushy beard till the tears ran down into it."

face of the earth was I," he went on, "though I wasn't allowed to wander to any extent. Humiliations were heaped upon me, full and overflowing. The King used to saunter down to the laundry and sit on a tub carved from a

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