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Portrait of Mark Twain Mark Twain The Prince and the Pauper, Part 2

Thou wilt not miscall thyself again, as they say thou didst a little while agone?"
"I pray thee of thy grace believe me, I did but speak the truth, most dread lord; for I am the meanest among thy subjects, being a pauper born, and 'tis by a sore mischance and accident I am here, albeit I was therein nothing blameful. I am but young to die, and thou canst save me with one little word. Oh speak it, sir!"
"Die? Talk not so, sweet prince—peace, peace, to thy troubled heart—thou shalt not die!"
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Portrait of Mark Twain Mark Twain The Prince and the Pauper, Part 2

Then she fled away in fright; and Tom, smitten with despair, sank down, murmuring—
"There is no help, there is no hope. Now will they come and take me."
Whilst he lay there benumbed with terror, dreadful tidings were speeding through the palace. The whisper—for it was whispered always—flew from menial to menial, from lord to lady, down all the long corridors, from story to story, from saloon to saloon, "The prince hath gone mad, the prince hath gone mad!"
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Portrait of Mark Twain Mark Twain The Prince and the Pauper, Part 2

How long might he not live, but for me?"
"Take no thought of him, my prince: he is not worthy. Kiss me once again, and go to thy trifles and amusements; for my malady distresseth me. I am aweary, and would rest. Go with thine uncle Hertford and thy people, and come again when my body is refreshed."
Tom, heavy-hearted, was conducted from the presence, for this last sentence was a death-blow to the hope he had cherished that now he would be set free. Once more he heard the buzz of low voices exclaiming, "The prince, the prince comes!"
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