Chapter 17 - A CAPTIVE KING

And we see far on holy ground,

If duly purged our mental view.-KEBLE.

The King held Harry Clifford by the hand as he left St. Peter's Church. 'My child, my shepherd boy,' he said, and he called Watch after him, and interested himself in establishing a kind of suspicious peace between the shaggy collie and his own 'Minion,' a small white curly