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The Prince and The Pauper

CHAPTER III
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Thou hast the same hair, the same eyes, the same voice and manner, the same form and stature, the same face and countenance that I bear.

Fared we forth naked, there is none could say which was you, and which the Prince of Wales.

And, now that I am clothed as thou wert clothed, it seemeth I should be able the more nearly to feel as thou didst when the brute soldier--Hark ye, is not this a bruise upon your hand ?" "Yes; but it is a slight thing, and your worship knoweth that the poor man-at-arms--" "Peace! It was a shameful thing and a cruel!" cried the little prince, stamping his bare foot.

"If the King--Stir not a step till I come again! It is a command!" In a moment he had snatched up and put away an article of national importance that lay upon a table, and was out at the door and flying through the palace grounds in his bannered rags, with a hot face and glowing eyes.

As soon as he reached the great gate, he seized the bars, and tried to shake them, shouting-- "Open! Unbar the gates!" The soldier that had maltreated Tom obeyed promptly; and as the prince burst through the portal, half-smothered with royal wrath, the soldier fetched him a sounding box on the ear that sent him whirling to the roadway, and said-- "Take that, thou beggar's spawn, for what thou got'st me from his Highness!" The crowd roared with laughter.


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