The Prince and the Pauper - Penn State University
The Prince and the Pauper - Penn State University
The Prince and the Pauper - Penn State University
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Mark Twain<br />
own nursery. Here was I born <strong>and</strong> bred, my lord; I speak “Look upon him. Do you know him?”<br />
<strong>the</strong> truth; I would not deceive <strong>the</strong>e; <strong>and</strong> should none At <strong>the</strong> sound of Miles’s voice <strong>the</strong> woman had started<br />
else believe, I pray <strong>the</strong>e do not thou doubt me—I could slightly, <strong>and</strong> her cheeks had flushed; she was trembling<br />
not bear it.”<br />
now. She stood still, during an impressive pause of sev-<br />
“I do not doubt <strong>the</strong>e,” said <strong>the</strong> King, with a childlike eral moments; <strong>the</strong>n slowly lifted up her head <strong>and</strong> looked<br />
simplicity <strong>and</strong> faith.<br />
into Hendon’s eyes with a stony <strong>and</strong> frightened gaze;<br />
“I thank <strong>the</strong>e out of my heart!” exclaimed Hendon <strong>the</strong> blood sank out of her face, drop by drop, till noth-<br />
with a fervency which showed that he was touched. <strong>The</strong> ing remained but <strong>the</strong> grey pallor of death; <strong>the</strong>n she<br />
King added, with <strong>the</strong> same gentle simplicity— said, in a voice as dead as <strong>the</strong> face, “I know him not!”<br />
“Dost thou doubt me?”<br />
<strong>and</strong> turned, with a moan <strong>and</strong> a stifled sob, <strong>and</strong> tottered<br />
A guilty confusion seized upon Hendon, <strong>and</strong> he was out of <strong>the</strong> room.<br />
grateful that <strong>the</strong> door opened to admit Hugh, at that Miles Hendon sank into a chair <strong>and</strong> covered his face<br />
moment, <strong>and</strong> saved him <strong>the</strong> necessity of replying. with his h<strong>and</strong>s. After a pause, his bro<strong>the</strong>r said to <strong>the</strong><br />
A beautiful lady, richly clo<strong>the</strong>d, followed Hugh, <strong>and</strong> servants—<br />
after her came several liveried servants. <strong>The</strong> lady walked “You have observed him. Do you know him?”<br />
slowly, with her head bowed <strong>and</strong> her eyes fixed upon <strong>The</strong>y shook <strong>the</strong>ir heads; <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> master said—<br />
<strong>the</strong> floor. <strong>The</strong> face was unspeakably sad. Miles Hendon “<strong>The</strong> servants know you not, sir. I fear <strong>the</strong>re is some<br />
sprang forward, crying out—<br />
mistake. You have seen that my wife knew you not.”<br />
“Oh, my Edith, my darling—”<br />
“Thy wife!” In an instant Hugh was pinned to <strong>the</strong><br />
But Hugh waved him back, gravely, <strong>and</strong> said to <strong>the</strong> wall, with an iron grip about his throat. “Oh, thou fox-<br />
lady—<br />
hearted slave, I see it all! Thou’st writ <strong>the</strong> lying letter<br />
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