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The Prince and the Pauper - Penn State University

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Mark Twain<br />

<strong>and</strong> led him forward through a great hall, lined on both moment <strong>the</strong> King raised his head slightly, <strong>and</strong> Hendon<br />

sides with rows of splendid flunkeys (who made rever- caught a good view of his face. <strong>The</strong> sight nearly took<br />

ential obeisance as <strong>the</strong> two passed along, but fell into his breath away!—He stood gazing at <strong>the</strong> fair young<br />

death-throes of silent laughter at our stately scarecrow face like one transfixed; <strong>the</strong>n presently ejaculated—<br />

<strong>the</strong> moment his back was turned), <strong>and</strong> up a broad stair- “Lo, <strong>the</strong> Lord of <strong>the</strong> Kingdom of Dreams <strong>and</strong> Shadows<br />

case, among flocks of fine folk, <strong>and</strong> finally conducted on his throne!”<br />

him into a vast room, clove a passage for him through He muttered some broken sentences, still gazing <strong>and</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> assembled nobility of Engl<strong>and</strong>, <strong>the</strong>n made a bow, marvelling; <strong>the</strong>n turned his eyes around <strong>and</strong> about, scan-<br />

reminded him to take his hat off, <strong>and</strong> left him st<strong>and</strong>ing ning <strong>the</strong> gorgeous throng <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> splendid saloon,<br />

in <strong>the</strong> middle of <strong>the</strong> room, a mark for all eyes, for plenty murmuring, “But <strong>the</strong>se are real—verily <strong>the</strong>se are real—<br />

of indignant frowns, <strong>and</strong> for a sufficiency of amused surely it is not a dream.”<br />

<strong>and</strong> derisive smiles.<br />

He stared at <strong>the</strong> King again—<strong>and</strong> thought, “Is it a<br />

Miles Hendon was entirely bewildered. <strong>The</strong>re sat <strong>the</strong> dream … or is he <strong>the</strong> veritable Sovereign of Engl<strong>and</strong>,<br />

young King, under a canopy of state, five steps away, <strong>and</strong> not <strong>the</strong> friendless poor Tom o’ Bedlam I took him<br />

with his head bent down <strong>and</strong> aside, speaking with a for—who shall solve me this riddle?”<br />

sort of human bird of paradise—a duke, maybe. Hendon A sudden idea flashed in his eye, <strong>and</strong> he strode to <strong>the</strong><br />

observed to himself that it was hard enough to be sen- wall, ga<strong>the</strong>red up a chair, brought it back, planted it on<br />

tenced to death in <strong>the</strong> full vigour of life, without hav- <strong>the</strong> floor, <strong>and</strong> sat down in it!<br />

ing this peculiarly public humiliation added. He wished A buzz of indignation broke out, a rough h<strong>and</strong> was<br />

<strong>the</strong> King would hurry about it—some of <strong>the</strong> gaudy laid upon him <strong>and</strong> a voice exclaimed—<br />

people near by were becoming pretty offensive. At this “Up, thou mannerless clown! would’st sit in <strong>the</strong> pres-<br />

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