Murad the Unlucky, and Other Tales

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of a well-chosen motive! Perhaps the historian may be blamed for dwelling on such trivial anecdotes; yet a lady, who was accustomed to the conversation of deep philosophers and polished courtiers, listened without disdain to these simple annals. Nothing appeared to her

smelled very good; the old woman was talking earnestly to some people, who were on her other side; Babet filled her work-bag with chestnuts, and then ran after her mother and sister, who, having turned the corner of the street, h

e so forcibly upon this point that even those who had the tempting morsel actually at their lips forbore to bite; those who had bitten laid d

ut at any rate, I won't be a thief. I am sure I did not think it was being a thief just to take a few chestnuts from an old woman who had such heaps

again to the old w

r having taken them," said Babet; "

said Victoire. "I am sure I would rathe

d that woman has such a monstrous arm!-Now, if it was Sister Frances, it would be anot

go with you,"

"And Sister Frances, I dare s

re that since the child was so honest as to return what she had taken, she would never steal again. This was the most glorious day of Babet's life, and the happiest. When the circums

not roasted. Oh, if we could but

estnuts were spread a small earthenware furnace-a delightful toy

n one halfpenny apiece to-day, you can purchase it to-night, and I will put

caps, to supply a baby-linen warehouse. At the end of the day, when the sum of the produce of their labours was added together, they were surprised to find that, instead of one, they could purchase two furnaces. They received and enjoyed the reward of their united industry. The success of their first efforts was fixed in their memory: for they were v