The Prince and The Pauper


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friendless; o' God's name cast through your merciful eyes one pitiful  
look upon a sick, forsaken, and most miserable wretch; bestow one little  
penny out of thy riches upon one smitten of God and ready to perish!'  
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-and mind you, keep you ON wailing, and abate not till we bilk him of his  
penny, else shall you rue it."  
Then immediately Hugo began to moan, and groan, and roll his eyes, and  
reel and totter about; and when the stranger was close at hand, down he  
sprawled before him, with a shriek, and began to writhe and wallow in the  
dirt, in seeming agony.  
"O, dear, O dear!" cried the benevolent stranger, "O poor soul, poor  
soul, how he doth suffer! There--let me help thee up."  
"O noble sir, forbear, and God love you for a princely gentleman--but it  
giveth me cruel pain to touch me when I am taken so. My brother there  
will tell your worship how I am racked with anguish when these fits be  
upon me. A penny, dear sir, a penny, to buy a little food; then leave me  
to my sorrows."  
"A penny! thou shalt have three, thou hapless creature,"--and he fumbled  
in his pocket with nervous haste and got them out. "There, poor lad, take  
them and most welcome. Now come hither, my boy, and help me carry thy  
stricken brother to yon house, where--"  
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