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Let us skip Ⓐtextual note a number ofⒶalteration in the MS years.
London was fifteen hundred years old, and was a great town—for thatⒶalteration in the MS day. It had a hundred thousand inhabitants—some thinkⒶalteration in the MS double as many.Ⓐalteration in the MS The streets were very narrow, and crooked, and dirty,Ⓐalteration in the MS especially in the part where Tom Canty livedⒶtextual note, which was not far from London Bridge.Ⓐalteration in the MS The houses were of wood, with the second story projecting over the first, and the third sticking its elbows out beyond the second. The higher the houses grew, the broader they grew. They were skeletons of strongⒶalteration in the MS criss-cross beams, with solid material between, coated with plaster. The beams were painted red or blue or black, according to the owner’s taste, and this gave the housesⒶhistorical collation Ⓐemendation a very picturesque look. The windows were small, glazed with little diamond-shaped panes, and they opened outward, on hinges, like doors.Ⓔexplanatory note
The house which Tom’s father lived in was up a foulⒶalteration in the MS little pocket called Offal Court, out of Pudding LaneⒺexplanatory note. It was small, decayed, and rickettyⒶalteration in the MS, but it was packed full of wretchedlyⒶalteration in the MS poor families. Canty’s tribe occupied a roomⒶalteration in the MS on the third floor. The mother and father had a sort of bedstead in the corner, but Tom, his grandmother, and his two [begin page 50] sisters, Bet and Nan, were not restricted—they had all the floor to themselves, and might sleep where they chose. There were the remains of a blanket or two and some bundles of ancient and dirty straw, but these could not rightly be calledⒶalteration in the MS beds, for they were not organized; they were kicked into a general pile, mornings, and selections made from the mass at night, for service.Ⓐalteration in the MS
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old—twins. They were good-hearted girls, unclean, clothed in rags, and profoundly ignorant. Their mother was like them. But the father and the grandmother were a couple of fiendsⒶhistorical collation Ⓐemendation. They got drunk whenever they could; then they fought each other or anybody else who came in the way; they cursed and swore always, drunk or sober; John Canty was a thief, and his mother a beggar. They made beggars of the children, but failed to make thieves of them. Among,Ⓐalteration in the MS but not of,Ⓐalteration in the MS the dreadful rabble that inhabited the house, was a good old priest whom the king had turned out of house and home with a pension of a few farthings, and he used to get the children aside and teach them right ways secretly. Father Andrew also taught Tom a little Latin, and howⒶalteration in the MS to [begin page 51] read and write; and would have done the same with the girls, but they were afraid of the jeers of their friends, who could not have endured such a queer accomplishment in them.
All Offal Court was just such another hive as Canty’s house. Drunkenness, riot and brawling were the order, there, every night and nearly all night long. Broken heads were as common as hunger in that place. Yet little TomⒶalteration in the MS was not unhappy. He had a hard time ofⒶtextual note it, but did not know it. It was the sort of time that all the Offal Court boys had, therefore he supposed it was the correct and comfortable thing. When he came home empty handed at night, he knew his father would curse him and thrash him first,Ⓐalteration in the MS and that when he was done the awful grandmotherⒶemendation would do it all over again and improve on it; and that away in the night his starvingⒶalteration in the MS mother would slip to him stealthily with any miserable scrap or crust she had been able to save for him by going hungry herself, notwithstanding she was often caught in that sort of treason and soundly beatenⒶalteration in the MS for itⒶalteration in the MS by her husband.
No, Tom’s life went along well enough, especially in summer. He only begged just enough to save himselfⒶhistorical collation Ⓐemendation, for the laws against mendicancy were stringent, and the penalties heavy; so he put in a good deal of his time listeningⒶalteration in the MS to good Father Andrew’s charming old tales and legends about giants and fairies,Ⓐalteration in the MS dwarfs and genii, and enchanted castles, and gorgeous kings and princes. His head grew to be full of [begin page 52] these wonderful things, and many a night as heⒶalteration in the MS lay in the dark on his scant and offensive straw, tired, hungry, and smarting from a thrashing, he unleashedⒶalteration in the MS his imagination and soon forgot his aches and pains in delicious picturings to himself of the charmed life of a petted prince in a regal palace. One desire came in time to haunt him day and night: it was, to see a real prince, with his own eyes. He spoke of it once to some of his Offal CourtⒶemendation Ⓐtextual note comrades; but they jeered him and scoffed him so unmercifully that he was gladⒶalteration in the MS to keep his dream to himself after that.
He often read the priest’s old books and got him to explain and enlarge upon them. His dreamings and readings worked certain changes in him, by and by. His dream-people were so fine that he grew
Tom could always find something going on around the May-poleⒶemendation in Cheapside, and at the fairs, and now and then he and the rest of London had a chance to see a military parade when some famous unfortunate was carried prisoner to the Tower, by land or boat.Ⓐalteration in the MS One summer’s day he saw poor Anne Askew and three men burned at the [begin page 54] stake in Smithfield, and heard an ex-Bishop preach a sermon to them which did not interest him. Yes, Tom’s life was varied and pleasant enough, on the whole.
By and by Tom’s reading and dreaming about princely life wrought such a strong effect upon him that he began to act the prince, unconsciously. His speech and manners became curiously ceremonious and courtly, to the vast admiration and amusement of his intimates. ButⒶalteration in the MS Tom’s influence among these young people began toⒶalteration in the MS grow, now,Ⓐalteration in the MS
Privately, after a while,Ⓐalteration in the MS Tom organized a royal court! He was the prince; his special comrades were guards,Ⓐalteration in the MS chamberlains, equerries, [begin page 55] lords and ladies in waiting, and the royal family. Daily the mockⒶalteration in the MS prince was received with elaborate ceremonials borrowed by Tom from his romantic readings; daily the great affairs of the mimic kingdom were discussed in the royal council, and daily his mimic highness issued decrees to his imaginary armies, navies, and viceroyalties.
After which, he would go forth in his rags and beg a few farthings, eat his poor crust, take his customary cuffs and abuse, and then stretch himself upon his handful of foul straw, and resume his empty grandeurs in his dreams.
And still his desire to look just once upon a real prince, in the flesh, grew upon him, day by day, and week by week, until at lastⒶalteration in the MS it absorbed all other desires, and became the one passion of his life.
One January day, on his usual begging tour, he tramped despondently up and down the region round about Mincing Lane and Little East Cheap, hour after hour, barefootedⒶalteration in the MS Ⓐemendation and cold, looking in at cook-shop windows and longing for the dreadful pork-pies and other deadly inventions displayed there—for to him these were dainties fit for the angels; that is, judging by the smell, they were—Ⓐalteration in the MSfor it had never been his goodⒶalteration in the MS luck to own and eat one. There was a cold drizzle of rain;Ⓐalteration in the MS the [begin page 56] atmosphere was murky; it wasⒶalteration in the MS a melancholy day. AtⒶalteration in the MS night TomⒶalteration in the MS reached home so wet and tired and hungry that it was not possible for his father and grandmotherⒶalteration in the MS to observe his forlorn condition and not be moved—after their fashion; whereforeⒶalteration in the MS they gave him a briskⒶalteration in the MS cuffing at once and sent him to bed. For a longⒶalteration in the MS time his pain and hunger, and the swearing and fighting going on in the buildingⒶalteration in the MS kept him awake; but at last his thoughts drifted away to far, romantic lands,Ⓐalteration in the MS and he fell asleep in the company of jeweled and gilded princelings whoⒶalteration in the MS lived in vast palaces, and had servants salaaming before them or flyingⒶalteration in the MS to execute their orders. And then, as usual,Ⓐalteration in the MS he dreamed that he was a princeling himself.Ⓐalteration in the MS
All night long the glories of his royal estateⒶalteration in the MS shone upon him; he moved among great lords and ladies, in a blaze of light, breathing perfumes, drinking in delicious music,Ⓐalteration in the MS and answering the reverent obeisances of the glittering throng as it parted to make way for him, with hereⒶalteration in the MS a smile, and thereⒶalteration in the MS a nod of his princely head.
And when he awoke in the morning and looked upon the wretchedness about him, his dream had had its usual effect—it had intensified the sordidness of his surroundings a thousand fold. Then came bitterness, and heartbreak, and tears.Ⓐalteration in the MS