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presented again as the little Prince of Poverty passed in, in his
fluttering rags, to join hands with the Prince of Limitless Plenty.
Edward Tudor said--
"
Thou lookest tired and hungry: thou'st been treated ill. Come with
me."
Half a dozen attendants sprang forward to--I don't know what; interfere,
no doubt. But they were waved aside with a right royal gesture, and they
stopped stock still where they were, like so many statues. Edward took
Tom to a rich apartment in the palace, which he called his cabinet. By
his command a repast was brought such as Tom had never encountered
before
except in books. The prince, with princely delicacy and breeding, sent
away the servants, so that his humble guest might not be embarrassed by
their critical presence; then he sat near by, and asked questions while
Tom ate.
"
"
"
What is thy name, lad?"
Tom Canty, an' it please thee, sir."
'Tis an odd one. Where dost live?"
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