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The Prince and the Pauper - Penn State University

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changing his attitude or his occupation—<br />

<strong>The</strong> <strong>Prince</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Pauper</strong><br />

<strong>The</strong> dawn was coming now; <strong>the</strong> hermit observed it,<br />

“Son of Henry <strong>the</strong> Eighth, hast thou prayed?” <strong>and</strong> spoke up sharply, with a touch of nervous appre-<br />

<strong>The</strong> boy struggled helplessly in his bonds, <strong>and</strong> at <strong>the</strong> hension in his voice—<br />

same time forced a smo<strong>the</strong>red sound through his closed “I may not indulge this ecstasy longer! <strong>The</strong> night is al-<br />

jaws, which <strong>the</strong> hermit chose to interpret as an affirready gone. It seems but a moment—only a moment; would<br />

mative answer to his question.<br />

it had endured a year! Seed of <strong>the</strong> Church’s spoiler, close<br />

“<strong>The</strong>n pray again. Pray <strong>the</strong> prayer for <strong>the</strong> dying!” thy perishing eyes, an’ thou fearest to look upon—”<br />

A shudder shook <strong>the</strong> boy’s frame, <strong>and</strong> his face blenched. <strong>The</strong> rest was lost in inarticulate mutterings. <strong>The</strong> old<br />

<strong>The</strong>n he struggled again to free himself—turning <strong>and</strong> man sank upon his knees, his knife in his h<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong><br />

twisting himself this way <strong>and</strong> that; tugging frantically, bent himself over <strong>the</strong> moaning boy.<br />

fiercely, desperately—but uselessly—to burst his fet- Hark! <strong>The</strong>re was a sound of voices near <strong>the</strong> cabin—<strong>the</strong><br />

ters; <strong>and</strong> all <strong>the</strong> while <strong>the</strong> old ogre smiled down upon knife dropped from <strong>the</strong> hermit’s h<strong>and</strong>; he cast a sheepskin<br />

him, <strong>and</strong> nodded his head, <strong>and</strong> placidly whetted his over <strong>the</strong> boy <strong>and</strong> started up, trembling. <strong>The</strong> sounds in-<br />

knife; mumbling, from time to time, “<strong>The</strong> moments are creased, <strong>and</strong> presently <strong>the</strong> voices became rough <strong>and</strong> angry;<br />

precious, <strong>the</strong>y are few <strong>and</strong> precious—pray <strong>the</strong> prayer <strong>the</strong>n came blows, <strong>and</strong> cries for help; <strong>the</strong>n a clatter of swift<br />

for <strong>the</strong> dying!”<br />

footsteps, retreating. Immediately came a succession of thun-<br />

<strong>The</strong> boy uttered a despairing groan, <strong>and</strong> ceased from dering knocks upon <strong>the</strong> cabin door, followed by—<br />

his struggles, panting. <strong>The</strong> tears came, <strong>the</strong>n, <strong>and</strong> trick- “Hullo-o-o! Open! And despatch, in <strong>the</strong> name of all<br />

led, one after <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r, down his face; but this piteous <strong>the</strong> devils!”<br />

sight wrought no softening effect upon <strong>the</strong> savage old Oh, this was <strong>the</strong> blessedest sound that had ever made<br />

man.<br />

music in <strong>the</strong> King’s ears; for it was Miles Hendon’s voice!<br />

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