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he kindly light that the waking birds and the ringing carillon welcomed,-Bébée, who was not at all afraid of him, smiled at his rays and saw in them only fairest promise of a cloudless midsummer day a

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d back again, she attired herself with more heed than usual, and ran to look

it at all till now. The people loved her; she had always believed that they

the well to see. She did not know very well what he had meant; but the

were like the blue iris, smiled back to her from the brown depths below. The

ou keep the flowers, and let my face be always fair, because it is a pleasure to be a pleasure. Ah, dear Mother, I say it

ng the lanes with her baskets, and brushed the dew lightly over her bare feet, and s

took it to her with fresh patter

g out the parchment in all faith that she earned her money, and looking every now and then through the forests of masts for the brig

stripes along the streets of Brussels-stretch himself on the grave of his taskmaster and refuse to eat, and persist in lying there until

d, so good to her?" sh

she went dow

ulty of such a far-off time, and resting

nd he beat her sometimes when he got tired of being on land. But women must not mind that, you know, my dear, if

as of an angel nearly!"

flagon, with a smile flitt

bud, do you think of the thorns that pricked you, or only of

he quay; life seemed growing very strange and intricate and knotted about