Then the sword he leant upon, shivered, snapped upon the stone-
Toll slowly.
"Sword," he thought, with inward laugh, "ill thou servest for a staff
When thy nobler use is done!
Between the Lines.
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The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
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