The Prince and the Pauper

Chapter XXIII.

The Prince A Prisoner.

Hendon forced back a smile, and bent down and whispered in the King’s ear—

“Softly, softly, my prince, wag thy tongue warily—nay, suffer it not to wag at all. Trust in me—all shall go well in the end.” Then he added to himself: “Sir Miles! Bless me, I had totally forgot I was a knight! Lord, how marvellous a thing it is, the grip his memory doth take upon his quaint and crazy fancies! . . . An empty and foolish title is mine, and yet it is something to have

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