ILLUSTRATIONS
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| The poor old minister stared as hard as he could, but he could not see anything | 209 |
| Then the Emperor walked along in the procession under the gorgeous canopy, and everybody in the streets and at the windows exclaimed, 'How beautiful the Emperor's new clothes are!' | 215 |
| She played upon the ringing lute, and sang to its tones | 225 |
| She was always picking flowers and herbs | 233 |
| He lifted it with a trembling hand and shouted with a trembling voice: 'Gold! gold!' | 241 |
| Waldemar Daa hid it in his bosom, took his staff in his hand, and, with his three daughters, the once wealthy gentleman walked out of Borreby Hall for the last time | 247 |
