Принц и нищий

           Thouhastlied,friend;thouhastsurelylied!Hewouldnotgoforthee,norforanyman."

           "Foranyman—no;haplynot.ButIamnotaman."

           "What!Nowo’God’snamewhatartthou,then?"

           "Itisasecret—markthourevealitnot.Iamanarchangel!"

           TherewasatremendousejaculationfromMilesHendon—notaltogetherunprofane—followedby—

           "Thisdothwellandtrulyaccountforhiscomplaisance!RightwellIknewhewouldbudgenorhandnorfootinthemenialserviceofanymortal;but,lord,evenakingmustobeywhenanarchangelgivesthewordo’command!Letme—‘sh!Whatnoisewasthat?"

           AllthiswhilethelittleKinghadbeenyonder,alternatelyquakingwithterrorandtremblingwithhope;andallthewhile,too,hehadthrownallthestrengthhecouldintohisanguishedmoanings,constantlyexpectingthemtoreachHendon’sear,butalwaysrealising,withbitterness,thattheyfailed,oratleastmadenoimpression.Sothislastremarkofhisservantcameascomesarevivingbreathfromfreshfieldstothedying;andheexertedhimselfoncemore,andwithallhisenergy,justasthehermitwassaying—

           "Noise?Iheardonlythewind."

           "Mayhapitwas.Yes,doubtlessthatwasit.Ihavebeenhearingitfaintlyallthe—thereitisagain!Itisnotthewind!Whatanoddsound!Come,wewillhuntitout!"

           NowtheKing’sjoywasnearlyinsupportable.Histiredlungsdidtheirutmost—andhopefully,too—butthesealedjawsandthemufflingsheepskinsadlycrippledtheeffort.