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 />
ano<strong>the</strong>r cry shook <strong>the</strong> night with its far-reaching thunlow-townsmen intimately, <strong>and</strong> had known <strong>the</strong>ir fa<strong>the</strong>rs<br />
ders: “Long live King Edward <strong>the</strong> Sixth!” <strong>and</strong> this made <strong>and</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>rs before <strong>the</strong>m—<strong>and</strong> all <strong>the</strong>ir little family<br />
his eyes kindle, <strong>and</strong> thrilled him with pride to his fin- affairs into <strong>the</strong> bargain. It had its aristocracy, of course—<br />
gers’ ends. “Ah,” he thought, “how gr<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> strange it its fine old families of butchers, <strong>and</strong> bakers, <strong>and</strong> what-<br />
seems—I am King!”<br />
not, who had occupied <strong>the</strong> same old premises for five or<br />
Our friends threaded <strong>the</strong>ir way slowly through <strong>the</strong> six hundred years, <strong>and</strong> knew <strong>the</strong> great history of <strong>the</strong><br />
throngs upon <strong>the</strong> bridge. This structure, which had stood Bridge from beginning to end, <strong>and</strong> all its strange leg-<br />
for six hundred years, <strong>and</strong> had been a noisy <strong>and</strong> popuends; <strong>and</strong> who always talked bridgy talk, <strong>and</strong> thought<br />
lous thoroughfare all that time, was a curious affair, for bridgy thoughts, <strong>and</strong> lied in a long, level, direct, sub-<br />
a closely packed rank of stores <strong>and</strong> shops, with family stantial bridgy way. It was just <strong>the</strong> sort of population<br />
quarters overhead, stretched along both sides of it, from to be narrow <strong>and</strong> ignorant <strong>and</strong> self-conceited. Children<br />
one bank of <strong>the</strong> river to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong> Bridge was a sort were born on <strong>the</strong> Bridge, were reared <strong>the</strong>re, grew to old<br />
of town to itself; it had its inn, its beer-houses, its age, <strong>and</strong> finally died without ever having set a foot<br />
bakeries, its haberdasheries, its food markets, its manu- upon any part of <strong>the</strong> world but London Bridge alone.<br />
facturing industries, <strong>and</strong> even its church. It looked upon Such people would naturally imagine that <strong>the</strong> mighty<br />
<strong>the</strong> two neighbours which it linked toge<strong>the</strong>r—London <strong>and</strong> interminable procession which moved through its<br />
<strong>and</strong> Southwark—as being well enough as suburbs, but street night <strong>and</strong> day, with its confused roar of shouts<br />
not o<strong>the</strong>rwise particularly important. It was a close cor- <strong>and</strong> cries, its neighings <strong>and</strong> bellowing <strong>and</strong> bleatings <strong>and</strong><br />
poration, so to speak; it was a narrow town, of a single its muffled thunder-tramp, was <strong>the</strong> one great thing in<br />
street a fifth of a mile long, its population was but a this world, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>mselves somehow <strong>the</strong> proprietors of<br />
village population <strong>and</strong> everybody in it knew all his fel- it. And so <strong>the</strong>y were, in effect—at least <strong>the</strong>y could ex-<br />
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