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Retold by G. H. Boden and W. Barrington d'Almeida Many hundreds of years ago, not long after the Greeks returned from the famous siege of Troy, there lived a king of Egypt, whose name was Rhampsinitus. So great a king was he, that he kept a small army constantly employed in supplying the royal household with food, and another small army was required to keep the gardens of the palace in order.
And I'll tell a story," and he began a tale which cannot be retold here, but which delighted the boys as much by its salaciousness as by its vivacity. Lawyer Rablay was to Garotte what novels, theatres, churches, concerts are to more favoured cities; in fact, for some six months, he and his stories constituted the chief humanizing influence in the camp.
At one time, when the two young men had lived among the Samanas for about three years and had shared their exercises, some news, a rumour, a myth reached them after being retold many times: A man had appeared, Gotama by name, the exalted one, the Buddha, he had overcome the suffering of the world in himself and had halted the cycle of rebirths.
These had the colourless triteness of a story retold a hundred times. I longed for something new, something that would gratify curiosity and excite surprise.
It is a page of fairy tale, retold by Boiardo or Spenser. After such things as these it is difficult to speak of those more prosaic tales, really intended as such, on which the painters of the Renaissance spent their fancy. Still they have all their charm, these fairy tales, not of the great poets indeed, but of the nursery.
Gregg, on his part, did not appear anxious to enter. "What happened to that old hobo I sent up?" he asked. Cavanagh briefly retold his story, and at the end of it Gregg grunted. "You say you burned the tent and all the bedding?" "Every thread of it. It wasn't safe to leave it." "What ailed the man?" "I don't know, but it looked and smelled like smallpox." The deputy rose with a spring. "Smallpox!
Haven't you heard pa tell how soldiers died from slight wounds? from blood-poisoning? If we have to go, we might as well go at once." According to his light, the boy reasoned well. But when the wayfaring man had most skillfully retold the story of the Good Samaritan, the older boy relented somewhat, while Dell beamed with enthusiasm at the opportunity of rendering every assistance.
Not infrequently from some source will be heard a story, many times retold, to the effect that "So-and-so" who stammered for many years has been cured that the trouble has magically disappeared and that he stammers no longer. What is the cause of this? What brings about such a miraculous cure? The answer depends upon the case. Usually, the story is much more a story than a fact.
Because devils are in the Bible, of course." Here the devil story was retold for the benefit of the General, who did not know it. The Earl did, so he did not listen. He employed himself thinking over practicable answers to the question before the house, and was just in time to avert a polemic about the authenticity of the Bible, a subject on which the General held strong views.
So the poor girl retold the story of her life. She spoke in a matter-of-fact voice, and when she came to tell how she had been obliged to leave her baby in the foundling asylum, she was surprised that Monsieur Loches showed horror. "What could I do?" she demanded. "How could I have taken care of it?" "Didn't you ever miss it?" he asked. "Of course I missed it. But what difference did that make?
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