The Million Pound Bank-Note
Mark Twain's masterpiece
short story — 1st chapter



When I was twenty-seven years old, I was a mining-broker's clerk in San Francisco, and an expert in all the details of stock traffic. 

I was alone in the world, and had nothing to depend upon but my wits and a clean reputation; but these were setting my feet in the road to eventual fortune, and I was content with the prospect. 

My time was my own after the afternoon board, Saturdays, and I was accustomed to put it in on a little sail-boat on the bay.  One day I ventured too far, and was carried out to sea.  Just at nightfall, when hope was about gone, I was picked up by a small brig which was bound for London.  It was a long and stormy voyage, and they made me work my passage without pay, as a common sailor.  When I stepped ashore in London my clothes were ragged and shabby, and I had only a dollar in my pocket.  This money fed and sheltered me twenty-four hours.  During the next twenty-four I went without food and shelter. 

About ten o'clock on the following morning, seedy and hungry, I was dragging myself along Portland Place, when a child that was passing, towed by a nurse-maid, tossed a luscious big pear - minus one bite - into the gutter.  I stopped, of course, and fastened my desiring eye on that muddy treasure. 

 

My mouth watered for it, my stomach craved it, my whole being begged for it.  But every time I made a move to get it some passing eye detected my purpose, and of course I straightened up then, and looked indifferent, and pretended that I hadn't been thinking about the pear at all.  This same thing kept happening and happening, and I couldn't get the pear. 

I was just getting desperate enough to brave all the shame, and to seize it, when a window behind me was raised, and a gentleman spoke out of it, saying: "Step in here, please."

I was admitted by a gorgeous servant, and shown into a sumptuous room where a couple of elderly gentlemen were sitting.  They sent away the servant, and made me sit down.  They had just finished their breakfast, and the sight of the remains of it almost overpowered me.  I could hardly keep my wits together in the presence of that food, but as I was not asked to sample it, I had to bear my trouble as best I could. 

The gentlemen began to ask me questions about myself, and pretty soon they had my story.  Finally they told me I would answer their purpose.  I said I was sincerely glad, and asked what it was.  Then one of them handed me an envelope, and said I would find the explanation inside.  I was going to open it, but he said no; take it to my lodgings, and look it over carefully, and not be hasty or rash.  I was puzzled, and wanted to discuss the matter a little further, but they didn't; so I took my leave, feeling hurt and insulted to be made the butt of what was apparently some kind of a practical joke, and yet obliged to put up with it, not being in circumstances to resent affronts from rich and strong folk. 

I would have picked up the pear now and eaten it before all the world, but it was gone; so I had lost that by this unlucky business, and the thought of it did not soften my feeling towards those men.  As soon as I was out of sight of that house I opened my envelope, and saw that it contained money!  My opinion of those people changed, I can tell you!  I lost not a moment, but shoved note and money into my vest pocket, and broke for the nearest cheap eating house.  Well, how I did eat!  When at last I couldn't hold any more, I took out my money and unfolded it, took one glimpse and nearly fainted.  Five millions of dollars!  Why, it made my head swim.

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