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Thereupon a lantern became visible. 9
He saw the sun come rolling up among them. 12
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"Those five grand ones with high prows ... were part of the Spanish Armada and those open boats with the blue sails belonged to the Romans." 15
Tailpiece 21
"I'm willing to gee and I'm agreeable to wo." 22
They would certainly have caught him if he had not been very quick. 36
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"What'll you buy?--what'll you buy, sir?" 43
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A great fight was still going on. 67
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"Master, I will do my best," answered the hound. 76
Clink-of-the-Hole. 77
The little brown man fell on his knees and said, "Oh, a shilling and a penny." 79
"Master, do you know what you have done?" 86
Tailpiece 92
Headpiece 93
"I should like vastly well to be her nurse," said the apple-woman. 104
Headpiece 105
And now her bright little head ... came as high as the second button of his waistcoat. 114
The Craken 115
"The awful river-horses rose up and, with shrill screams, fell upon them." 120
"While crowds of the one-foot-one fairies looked on, hanging from the boughs." 125
Headpiece 126
"Well, you must know," answered the apple-woman, "that fairies cannot abide cold weather." 133
"So she began to sing." 136
Headpiece 137
"Yes, sir," said the woman, "but where is it now?" 148
Headpiece 149
They spread out long filmy wings. 157
Tailpiece 160
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He gave the plate a push with his elbow. 170
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But still Mopsa walked on blindfold. 186
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So she stooped forward as she stood on the step. 199
Tailpiece 208
MOPSA THE FAIRY
ABOVE THE CLOUDS
"'And can this be my own world? 'Tis all gold and snow, Save where scarlet waves are hurled Down yon gulf below.' 'Tis thy world, 'tis my world, City, mead, and shore, For he that hath his own world Hath many worlds more.'"
A boy, whom I knew very well, was once going through a meadow, which was full of buttercups. The nurse and his baby sister were with him; and when they got to an old hawthorn, which grew in the hedge and was covered with blossom, they all sat down in its shade, and the nurse took out three slices of plum-cake, gave one to each of the children, and kept one for herself.
While the boy was eating, he observed that this hedge was very high and thick, and that there was a great hollow in the trunk of the old thorn-tree, and he heard a twittering, as if there was a nest somewhere inside; so he thrust his head in, twisted himself round, and looked up.
It was a very great thorn-tree, and the hollow was so large that two or three boys could have stood upright in it; and when he got used to the dim light in that brown, still place, he saw that a good way above his head there was a nest--rather a curious one too, for it was as large as a pair of blackbirds would have built--and yet it was made of fine white wool and delicate bits of moss; in short, it was like a goldfinch's nest magnified three times.
Just then he thought he heard some little voices cry, "Jack! Jack!" His baby sister was asleep, and the nurse was reading a story book, so it could not have been either of them who called. "I must get in here," said the boy. "I wish this hole was larger." So he began to wriggle and twist himself through, and just as he pulled in his last foot, he looked up, and three heads which had been peeping over the edge of the nest suddenly popped down again.
"Those heads had no beaks, I am sure," said Jack, and he stood on tiptoe and poked in one of his fingers. "And the things have no feathers," he continued; so, the hollow being rather rugged, he managed to climb up and look in.
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