The Prince and The Pauper (chapter 2)

Chapter 2: Tom's Early Life

London was fifteen hundred years old, and was a great town in that day. it had one hundred more the society which life there. dirty, narrow and crooked streets especially in Tom Canty's residential area, which is not far from London Bridge. Houses made of wood and beam blocks painted to their taste and that makes their home look beautiful. Small windows and small panels were diamond shaped, and they open out, on hinges like a door.

The house of Tom's father who lived in a rotten sac named Offal Court. It was very small, rotten and rotten and it was full of poor families. He stayed with Tom and his grandmother and two sisters. the name Bet and Nan they sleep on straw which was not worthy of being called a bed.

Nan and Bet were twins they were kind girls who dressed in cloth and did not know anything like their mother but their grandmother and father are devil-like. Tom's father was a thief and his mother was a beggar. There was a kind person who inhabited the slum named Pastor Andrew, he tough Tom Latin, reading and writing.

All of offal court was full of drunkenness, riot and brawling. Tom was a beggar too when he went home and brought nothing her father will course and hit him then after his father was done, his grandma did it to Tom. What a cruel they were.

No, Tom's life was ruining well. He learnt and red many books the legend of Pastor Andrew which interested him about the giant and the fairy also he red the old books which could change himself. He wanted change his slim clothes. Tom looked the child played in the bank of river and some of those were swimming. It makes him thought that it will make his clothes cleaner.

Tom always could find something happened in his life. His life was quit varied. Unconsciously, he prepared like a prince giving speech like a prince from the book that he red a lot. Tom knows  anything and he behaved like a prince and it led to everyone's admiration.

After that he went to lay himself on the straw and dream of the prince in his dream. And he woke 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 thousandfold. then came bitterness and heart breaking and tears.

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