The Nightingale was Indeed a Great Success . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The Emperor Felt as if Some One was Sitting on his Chest. He opened his Eyes, and then he Saw it was Death . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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9
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The Jumper's Arrive at the King's Palace . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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16
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The Grasshopper Jumped right onto the King's Face . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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18
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The Spring-Goose Sprang right into the Princess's Lap . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Johannes Lay on his Knees by the Bed and Kissed his Dead Father's Hand . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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They Sat down under a Big Tree to Eat their Breakfast . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The King Led Johannes Out into the Princess's Garden. In Every Tree Hung Three or Four Skeletons of Princes who had Wooed the Princess . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The Queen Went down on her Knees and Held up her Crown, Begging, "Take it, oh, take it!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The Traveling Companion Flew behind the Princess and Kept on Whipping her with his Rod . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Johannes Untied his Handkerchief and Showed the Princess the Ugly Head of the Troll . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The Money-Box was Made in the Shape of a Pig, and Had the Usual Slit in its Back . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Crash! There he Lay on the Floor, all in Bits and Pieces, while the Money Rolled about . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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46
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The Galoshes Had the Property of Instantly Transporting Any One who Put Them On, to Whatever Place, or Time he Wished . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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50
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The Councilor Saw a Large Field before him, with a Few Bushes here and there, and a Broad Stream Flowing through it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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53
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It was One of the Taverns of those Days. A Number of People, Consisting of Skippers, Citizens, and Learned Personages were Sitting There . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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55
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"Bless me!" Said the Councilor, "Have I Been Lying Here in the Street, Dreaming?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The Watchman Sat down again and Began Nodding. He Had Still the Galoshes on his Feet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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"The Upper Window is Open," Said the Canary. "Fly! Fly Away!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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73
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The Next Moment he Was the Clerk once more, but he Found Himself Sitting on the Table in his Room . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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77
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A Grand Attack of Toothache was Coming On . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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84
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It Was Mistress Toothache, her Terrible Highness! ... I Felt as if a Red Hot Awl Passed through my Cheekbone . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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91
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The Witch Hoisted the Soldier Up from the Hollow Tree . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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98
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The Soldier Lifted the Dog Down on the Floor and Opened the Chest . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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101
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The Soldier could See Through the Window How the People were Hurrying Out of the Town to See him Hanged. He Heard the Drums Going and Saw the Soldiers Marching . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The Three Dogs Danced in Front of the King's Carriage and Cried "Hurrah!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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108
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"My Poor Flowers Are Quite Dead!" Said Little Ida . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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112
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Down on the Floor the Flowers were Dancing Most Gracefully Round and Round, Holding Each Other by their Long, Green Leaves . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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The Flowers Led Sophia into the Middle of the Floor and Danced with her, Some of them Forming a Circle round her . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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119
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The Flowers of the Elder-Tree Smelled so Sweetly . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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124
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The Lid Gradually Lifted Itself and Large Branches of the Elder-Tree Shot Forth from the Urn, Even through the Spout . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Under the Tree Sat an Old Sailor and his Old Wife. Elder-Tree Mother Sat in the Tree and Looked so Pleased . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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127
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"Just as I was Standing There Reading your Letter, Some One Put his Arm Round my Waist—" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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28
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The Elder-Tree Branches Closed Around Them till They Seemed to Sit in an Arbor, and Away it Flew with Them through the Air . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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130
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Elder-Tree Mother Took Two Flowers from her Wreath and Placed them on the Heads of the Old Couple, When Each Flower Became a Golden Crown . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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133
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The Student Lived in the Garret . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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138
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The Brownie Lived on the Ground Floor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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138
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There the Little Brownie Sat, Illuminated by the Burning House Opposite, Holding in his Hands his Red Cap in which his Treasure Lay . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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141
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There Were Two Little Windows Opposite Each Other on the Roofs of the Houses . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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144
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Kay Managed to Get his Sledge Fastened to the Large One, and Away he Went with it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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147
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The Prince Made a Pretty Caldron with Bells all Around it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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176
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The Maids of Honor Were so Taken Up with Counting the Kisses that they did not Notice the Emperor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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179
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"Oh, What a Miserable Creature I Am!" Cried the Princess . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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182
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The Top could See the Ball Flying High UP in the Air Like a Bird . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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186
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Far in the Forest Stood a Pretty Pine-Tree . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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192
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The Folding Doors were Opened and a Crowd of Children Rushed Into the Room; the Older People Followed in a More Dignified Manner . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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197
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"The Will-o'-the-Wisp's are in Town! Take Care of Yourselves!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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204
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The Window Flew Open of itself, and an Old Woman Looked Right in At the Man . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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209
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"I Had All the Twelve New-Born Will-o'-the-Wisps in my Lap" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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213
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A Duck was Sitting On her Nest to Hatch her Little Ducklings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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220
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"Make Haste and Bow Your Heads to the Old Duck. She Is the Oldest of them All Here. She Is of Spanish Blood!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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223
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"Peep, Peep!" Said the Youngster as he Rolled Out of the Shell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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225
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Things Got Worse and Worse, and the Poor Duckling was Chased and Bitten by them All . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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226
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Suddenly a Terrible Dog, with his Tongue Hanging Out, Stood Right in Front of him . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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227
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In this House Lived an Old Woman with a Cat and a Hen . . . "What's This?" Asked the Woman. She could not See Well, and so she Believed the Duckling Was a Fat Duck . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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229
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The Duckling had to Keep his Legs Constantly Moving, So That the Hole in the Ice should not Close Up . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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231
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"Only Kill Me!" Said the Poor Creature as he Bent his Head Down Against the Surface of the Water . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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233
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It Was a Wonderful Trunk! As Soon as you Pressed the Lock the Trunk could Fly . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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236
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The King, the Queen, and the Whole Court Were Taking Tea with the Princess . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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239
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He Put the Fireworks on his Trunk and Flew up into the Air with it. Crack! Off Went the Fireworks, Spurting in All Directions . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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243
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On the Last House in a Little Village a Pair of Storks had Built their Nest . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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246
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Father Stork Came Flying Home Every Day with Nice Frogs, Little Snakes, and All Kinds of Dainties for Storks . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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249
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"Now You Must Learn to Fly!" Said Mother Stork One Day . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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251
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The Princess had Publicly Announced that She would Marry the Person who could Speak Best for Himself . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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256
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"Hullo!" Shouted Silly Hans. "Just Look what I have Found!" and he Showed Them a Dead Crow he had Found . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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258
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"Here's my Cooking Apparatus," Said Silly Hans, and so he Pulled Out the Old Wooden Clog and Placed the Crow On it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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259
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The Princes were Turned into Eleven Beautiful Wild Swans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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264
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Elisa Saw her Brothers Standing Round her, Arm in Arm, While the Sea Dashed Against the Rock . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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271
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Elisa Saw a Palace Almost a Mile Long, with One Colonnade Daringly Piled Above Another . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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273
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There, on One of the Largest Tombstones, Elisa Saw Some Ugly Witches Busy Taking off their Rags . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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277
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Eleven Wild Swans came Flying and Settled Down Around her on the Cart, Flapping their Large Wings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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281
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The Farmer Changed his Horse for a Cow, and So On Down to a Bag of Rotten Apples . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
284
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|
"Shall We Have A Bet?" Said the Englishman to the Farmer, "We Have Gold by the Barrel!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
287
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|
"Well, Now I Must Kiss You!" Said the Woman; "Thank You, My Own Husband," and She Kissed him Right on the Mouth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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290
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|
Round the Corner in the Next Street Stood an Old, Old House . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
294
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|
"Thank You for the Tin Soldier, My Little Friend!" Said the Old Man, "And Thanks for Coming to See Me" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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297
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|
In the Evening a Carriage Stopped at the Door, Into which They Put the Old Man's Coffin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
301
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|
In the Middle of the Flower Sat a Tiny Little Girl . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
308
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|
The Toad Took the Walnut Shell in which Thumbeline was Sleeping . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
310
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|
The Old Toad Courtesied to Thumbeline and Said, "Here Is My Son!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
310
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|
He Flew Up With her Into a Tree . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
311
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|
The Mole had Dug a Passage from his House to theirs, and the Field-Mouse and Thumbeline had Permission to Take their Walks There . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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313
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|
The Field-Mouse Hired Four Spiders to Spin and Weave, and the Mole Came Every Evening on A Visit . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
315
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|
Thumbeline Seated Herself on the Swallow's Back, and Then the Bird Flew High Up in the Air with her . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
317
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|
Such a Storm has Never Raged in Our Day . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
320
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|
The People Shouted and Cheered Still More When the Harlequin Came on the Scaffolding and Made Faces at them . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
323
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|
Close to Them Stood Another Figure, an Old Chinaman who could Nod his Head . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
328
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|
They Reached the Top of the Chimney, Where They Sat down and Looked Around them. Far Out Into the Wide World . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
332
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|
Nobody in the Whole World Knows so Many Stories as Daddy Dustman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
336
|
|
There Were Two Men in a Town who Had the Same Name . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
354
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|
Little Claus Climbed Up to the Top of the Shed, Whence He could See Into the Room . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
356
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|
The Innkeeper Threw the Mead Right Into the Dead Woman's Face, and She Fell Backward in the Cart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
361
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|
Down Below the Surface of the Sea Lie the Mermen and the Mermaids . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
374
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|
The Ship was Beginning to Make Greater Headway; Large Clouds were Gathering and Flashes of Lightning were Seen. — The Little Mermaid Now Understood that the Ship Was in Danger . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
381
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|
There the Sea-Witch was Sitting, While a Toad was Eating Out of her Mouth and the Water-Snakes were Crawling Over her Bosom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
387
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|
There is a Hen who has Plucked out all her Feathers for the Sake of the Cock! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
398
|
|
The Goose Jumped from the Dish with Knife and Fork in its Back . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
404
|
|
She Lighted a New Match. Then She was Sitting under a Beautiful Christmas Tree, with Thousands of Candles Burning upon the Green Branches . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
407
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|
The Weather was Sharp and Frosty, the Sky Glittered with Sparkling Stars . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
410
|
|
They were Keeping New Year's Eve, and were Drinking Success to the New Year . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
412
|
|
Then a Lady Stepped Out of the Coach. "Miss May," She Said, Announcing Herself . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
415
|
|
"We Shall Soon Reach the Garden of Paradise," Said the East Wind . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
420
|
|
Then the Fairy of Paradise Appeared. She Was Young and Beautiful, and was Accompanied by the Most Beautiful Maidens . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
429
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|
There She Lay, Already Asleep, and Looking as Beautiful as Only the Fairy in the Garden of Paradise can Look . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
433
|
|
By the Shore of the Great Belt Stands an Old Mansion with Thick Red Walls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
438
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|
A Fire was Always Burning on the Hearth; the Door to his Chamber was Locked, and There He Worked for Days and Nights . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
443
|
|
They Walked Along the Road Where They Used to Drive in their Carriage; Now They Went Forth with their Father as Beggars . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
447
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|
All the Tin Soldiers were Made From the Same Old Tin Spoon . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
454
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|
A Little Lady was Standing Right Outside the Open Gate of the Castle with Both her Arms Outstretched . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
457
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|
"Stop Him! Stop Him!" Shouted the Rat, Gnashing his Teeth, "He hasn't Shown his Pass!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
459
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|
Over in the Corner the Old Clock was Whirring Round . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
462
|
|
On the Other Side of the Lake Stood a Wonderful House, —It was Death's Large Hot-House . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
467
|
|
The Emperor was so Fond of New Clothes that He Spent All his Money on Dresses . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
472
|
|
Then the Emperor Went in the Procession Under the Splendid Canopy. "But He hasn't Got Anything On!" Cried a Little Child . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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475
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|
"It's so Delightfully Cold!" Said the Snow Man . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
480
|
|
"Go! Go!" Barked the Old Yard-Dog. The Sun will Soon Teach You to Run. I Noticed That with Your Predecessor Last Year" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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483
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|
They Were the Portraits of the Peddler and the Goose-Girl, from whom the Whole Family Descended . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
488
|
|
It Was a Wonderful Flute! It was Heard All Over the Mansion, in the Garden, in the Forest, and for Many Miles Into the Country . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
|
495
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The Snails Live on Burdock Leaves, and That Is Why Burdocks were Planted . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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500
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"I am Glad We Have Our Own House," Said the Mother Snail, "And the Little One has Also his" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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502
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The Shadow of the Stranger Fell Upon the Wall of the House Opposite . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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506
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He Then Opened the Door, and There Stood Before him Such an Exceedingly Thin Person That He Felt Quite Uncomfortable . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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511
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The Princess and the Shadow Stepped Out Upon the Balcony to Show Themselves and to Hear the People Shout "Hurrah!" Once More . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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517
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