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Стр. 101 - You need not give yourself any anxiety," said the Griffin, " about my return to the town. I shall not remain there. Now that I have that admirable likeness of myself in front of my cave, where I can sit at my leisure and gaze upon its noble features and magnificent proportions, I have no wish to see that abode of cowardly and selfish people.
Стр. 70 - I hope you will pardon me, good madam," she said, " for, truly, I did not wish to offend you. Nor did I think that your clock is not a good one. I only meant that you should make it better ; it is nearly an hour out of the way." The sight of Arla's tears cooled the anger of the little old lady with white hair. " Child," she said, " you do not know what you are talking about, and I forgive you.
Стр. 26 - And moving quietly up behind them, she first kissed Old Pipes on his cheek and then kissed his mother. Old Pipes, who had stopped playing, knew what it was, but he did not move, and said nothing. His mother, thinking that her son had kissed her, turned to him with a smile and kissed him in return. And then she arose and went into the cottage, a vigorous woman of sixty, followed by her son, erect and happy, and twenty years younger than herself. The Dryad sped away to the woods, shrugging her shoulders...
Стр. 3 - Old Pipes had never, to his knowledge, seen a Dryad tree, but he knew there were such trees on the hillsides and the mountains, and that Dryads lived in them. He knew, too, that in the summertime, on those days when the moon rose before the sun went down, a Dryad could come out of her tree if any one could find the key which locked her in, and turn it. Old Pipes closely examined the trunk of the tree, which stood in the full moonlight. "If I see that key," he said, "I shall surely turn it.
Стр. 96 - I do not think I could relish anything which was prepared by them. They appear to be all cowards, and, therefore, mean and selfish. As for eating one of them, old or young, I could not think of it for a moment. In fact, there was only one creature in the whole place for whom I could have had any appetite, and that is the Minor Canon, who has gone away. He was brave and good and honest, and I think I should have relished him." " Ah ! " said one of the old men, very politely, " in that case I wish...
Стр. 1 - cried his mother, " Why, what's the matter with the cattle ? " •' Ah, me ! " said Old Pipes ; " I don't believe there's anything the matter with the cattle. It must be with me and my pipes that there is something the matter. But one thing is certain : if I do not earn the wages the Chief Villager pays me, I shall not take them. I shall go straight down to the village and give back the money I received to-day.
Стр. 60 - I have somewhat to say to you, and I hope you will not be offended when I tell you of your faults. You know that when you were reading your books in town I would not let the boys or any one disturb you ; but now, when I was praying, I saw you laughing.
Стр. 9 - I am stupid, indeed! I really thought that I had seen a Dryad ; but when I sat down by that big oak tree I must have gone to sleep and dreamed it all; and then I came home, thinking I had given the money to a Dryad, when it was in my pocket all the time. But the Chief Villager shall have the money. I shall not take it to him to-day, but to-morrow I wish to go to the village to see some of my old friends; and then I shall give up the money.