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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"It's so Delightfully Cold!" Said the Snow Man . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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"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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They Were the Portraits of the Peddler and the Goose-Girl, from whom the Whole Family Descended . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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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 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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The Snails Live on Burdock Leaves, and That Is Why Burdocks were Planted . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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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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The Shadow of the Stranger Fell Upon the Wall of the House Opposite . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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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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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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