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id: 7154
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 1.
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  Poor little Tom in his rags approached and was moving slowly and timidly past the sentinels with a beating heart and a rising hope when all at once he caught sight through the golden bars of a spectacle that almost made him shout for joy. Tom's remarks and Tom's performances were reported by the boys to their elders; and these also presently began to discuss Tom Canty and to regard him as a most gifted and extraordinary creature.


id: 7155
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 2.
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summary:
  See, the prince comes! Poor Tom came slowly walking past the low-bowing groups, trying to bow in return, and meekly gazing upon his strange surroundings with bewildered and pathetic eyes. Poor Tom was listening, as well as his dazed faculties would let him, to the beginning of this speech; but when the words 'me, the good King' fell upon his ear, his face blanched, and he dropped as instantly upon his knees as if a shot had brought him there.


id: 7156
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 3.
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  High aloft on the palace walls a long line of red tongues of flame leapt forth with a thunder-crash; the massed world on the river burst into a mighty roar of welcome; and Tom Canty, the cause and hero of it all, stepped into view and slightly bowed his princely head. O Tom Canty, born in a hovel, bred in the gutters of London, familiar with rags and dirt and misery, what a spectacle is this!


id: 7160
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 7.
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flesch: 81
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summary:
  At the end of fifteen minutes, Hugo, all battered, bruised, and the target for a pitiless bombardment of ridicule, slunk from the field; and the unscathed hero of the fight was seized and borne aloft upon the shoulders of the joyous rabble to the place of honour beside the Ruffler, where with vast ceremony he was crowned King of the Game-Cocks; his meaner title being at the same time solemnly cancelled and annulled, and a decree of banishment from the gang pronounced against any who should thenceforth utter it. Hugo's eyes sparkled with sinful pleasure as he said to himself, Breath o' my life, an' I can but put THAT upon him, 'tis good-den and God keep thee, King of the Game-Cocks!


id: 7159
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 6.
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summary:
  Afterwards she kept him carding wool until he began to think he had laid the good King Alfred about far enough in the shade for the present in the matter of showy menial heroisms that would read picturesquely in story-books and histories, and so he was half-minded to resign. Now he started quickly up, and entered his guest's room, and said-- Thou art King?


id: 7161
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 8.
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summary:
  Whilst the true King wandered about the land poorly clad, poorly fed, cuffed and derided by tramps one while, herding with thieves and murderers in a jail another, and called idiot and impostor by all impartially, the mock King Tom Canty enjoyed quite a different experience. So evanescent and unstable are men's works in this world!--the late good King is but three weeks dead and three days in his grave, and already the adornments which he took such pains to select from prominent people for his noble bridge are falling.


id: 7158
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 5.
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summary:
  Tom as King. The next day the foreign ambassadors came, with their gorgeous trains; and Tom, throned in awful state, received them.


id: 7157
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 4.
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summary:
  Said he-- Bless us, what is it? Prithee pour the water, and make not so many words! Hendon, suppressing a horse-laugh, and saying to himself, By all the saints, but this is admirable! stepped briskly forward and did the small insolent's bidding; then stood by, in a sort of stupefaction, until the command, Come--the towel! Petitions were read, and proclamations, patents, and all manner of wordy, repetitious, and wearisome papers relating to the public business; and at last Tom sighed pathetically and murmured to himself, In what have I offended, that the good God should take me away from the fields and the free air and the sunshine, to shut me up here and make me a king and afflict me so?


id: 7162
author: Twain, Mark
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 9.
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summary:
  While all minds were struggling to right themselves, the boy still moved steadily forward, with high port and confident mien; he had never halted from the beginning; and while the tangled minds still floundered helplessly, he stepped upon the platform, and the mock-King ran with a glad face to meet him; and fell on his knees before him and said-- Oh, my lord the King, let poor Tom Canty be first to swear fealty to thee, and say, 'Put on thy crown and enter into thine own again!' The tide was turning very fast now, very fast indeed--but in the wrong direction; it was leaving poor Tom Canty stranded on the throne, and sweeping the other out to sea.


