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Here come I to my own again / Fed, forgiven, and known again / Claimed by bone of my bone again, / And sib to flesh of my flesh! / The fatted calf is dressed for me, / But the husks have greater zest for me. / I think my pigs will be best for me, / So I'm off to the styes afresh. / The Prodigal Son
Once more the lazy, string-tied, shuffling procession got under way, and she slept till they reached the next halting-stage. It was a very short march, and time lacked an hour to sundown, so Kim cast about for means of amusement.