The Prince and The Pauper by Mark Twain Chapter 14 Page 18

bare, and dropped upon one knee in front of Tom.

Tom sat still and contemplated him soberly a moment. Then he said —

“Rise, lad. Who art thou. What wouldst have?”

The boy rose, and stood at graceful ease, but with an aspect of concern in his face. He said —

“Of a surety thou must remember me, my lord. I am thy whipping-boy.”

“My whipping-boy?”

“The same, your Grace. I am Humphrey — Humphrey Marlow.”

Tom perceived that here was someone whom his keepers ought to have posted him about. The situation was delicate. What should he do? — pretend he