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The Prince's troubles begin.
After hours of persistent pursuit and persecution, the little prince was at last deserted by the rabble and left to himself.

As long as he had been able to rage against the mob, and threaten it royally, and royally utter commands that were good stuff to laugh at, he was very entertaining; but when weariness finally forced him to be silent, he was no longer of use to his tormentors, and they sought amusement elsewhere.
He looked about him, now, but could not recognise the locality.

He was within the city of London--that was all he knew.

He moved on, aimlessly, and in a little while the houses thinned, and the passers-by were infrequent.