Принц и нищий

           Scourandscanmetothycontent,mygoodoldHugh—IamindeedthyoldMiles,thysameoldMiles,thylostbrother,is’tnotso?Ah,‘tisagreatday—Isaid‘twasagreatday!Givemethyhand,givemethycheek—lord,Iamliketodieofveryjoy!"

           Hewasabouttothrowhimselfuponhisbrother;butHughputuphishandindissent,thendroppedhischinmournfullyuponhisbreast,sayingwithemotion—

           "Ah,Godofhismercygivemestrengthtobearthisgrievousdisappointment!"

           Miles,amazed,couldnotspeakforamoment;thenhefoundhistongue,andcriedout—

           "Whatdisappointment?AmInotthybrother?"

           Hughshookhisheadsadly,andsaid—

           "Iprayheavenitmayproveso,andthatothereyesmayfindtheresemblancesthatarehidfrommine.Alack,Ifearmetheletterspokebuttootruly."

           "Whatletter?"

           "Onethatcamefromoversea,somesixorsevenyearsago.Itsaidmybrotherdiedinbattle."

           "Itwasalie!Callthyfather—hewillknowme."

           "Onemaynotcallthedead."

           "Dead?"Miles’svoicewassubdued,andhislipstrembled."Myfatherdead!—oh,thisisheavynews.Halfmynewjoyiswitherednow.PritheeletmeseemybrotherArthur—hewillknowme;hewillknowmeandconsoleme."

           "He,also,isdead."

           "Godbemercifultome,astrickenman!Gone,—bothgone—theworthytakenandtheworthlessspared,inme!Ah!Icraveyourmercy!—donotsaytheLadyEdith—"

           "Isdead?No,shelives.