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13905	Brown, Abbie Farwell	John of the Woods			.txt	text/plain	33819	3118	97	John saw that this troubled the good old Hermit, whom he loved better "Now, my son," said the Hermit to John, "go you to the entrance of the "Now we will go home," said the Hermit softly, "and you, John, shall So John prattled eagerly, laying the little creature in the old man's One day John was out in the forest, not far from the Hermit's hut, "My son!" cried the Hermit, laying trembling hands on John's shoulder. Suddenly John said: "Father, tell me about the King." "Ah, John!" cried the Hermit, "it is not so easy to find a good king! "Is the King so wicked?" asked John, wondering how the Hermit knew so honor,--especially one holy man, John, King Cyril's friend and "The King!" The Hermit and John spoke the word together, staring wildly. John looked at her and thought how like a gentle little animal she was,	./cache/13905.txt	./txt/13905.txt