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Struck down through back lanes and alleys toward the river. Their way was
Unobstructed until they approached London Bridge; then they plowed into the
multitude again, Hendon keeping a fast grip upon the prince's — no, the
king's — wrist. The tremendous news was already abroad, and the boy
learned it from a thousand voices at once — 'The king is dead!' The tidings
Struck a chill to the heart of the poor little waif, and sent a shudder through
His frame. He realized the greatness of his loss, and was filled with a bitter
Grief; for the grim tyrant who had been such a terror to others had always
Been gentle with him. The tears sprung to his eyes and blurred all objects. For
an instant he felt himself the most forlorn, outcast, and forsaken of God's
creatures — then another cry shook the night with its far-reaching thunders:
'Long live King Edward the Sixth!' and this made his eyes kindle, and thrilled
him with pride to his fingers' ends. 'Ah,' he thought, 'how grand and strange
it seems — I AM KING!'
Our friends threaded their way slowly through the throngs upon the Bridge.
This structure, which had stood for six hundred years, and had been a noisy
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And populous thoroughfare all that time, was a curious affair, for a closely
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