Mark Twain Quote

At long intervals he drew his thumb along the edge of his knife, and nodded his head with satisfaction. "It grows sharper," he said; "yes, it grows sharper."
... "It was his father that did it all. I am but an archangel; but for him I should be pope!"
The King stirred. The hermit sprang noiselessly to the bedside, and went down upon his knees, bending over the prostrate form with his knife uplifted. The boy stirred again; his eyes came open for an instant, but there was no speculation in them, they saw nothing; the next moment his tranquil breathing showed that his sleep was sound once more.


Ch. 20: 'The Prince and the hermit.' - The Prince and the Pauper (1881)


At long intervals he drew his thumb along the edge of his knife, and nodded his head with satisfaction. It grows sharper, he said; yes, it grows...

At long intervals he drew his thumb along the edge of his knife, and nodded his head with satisfaction. It grows sharper, he said; yes, it grows...

At long intervals he drew his thumb along the edge of his knife, and nodded his head with satisfaction. It grows sharper, he said; yes, it grows...

At long intervals he drew his thumb along the edge of his knife, and nodded his head with satisfaction. It grows sharper, he said; yes, it grows...