Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian), 1805-1875 · London : G. Bell · leaf 483
ere gone away; then she sutodown, held her little brown hands before her eyes and burstinto tears; she alone had not seen Pugs grave ! It was realanguish, grief of heart, as real, keen, and bitter as grown-uppeople can suffer. We stood at our window and looked on, and as seen fromabove—like our own… … EVERYTHING IN ITS PLACET ri 11S more than a hundred years since. JL Near the large lake behind the wood stood an oldbaronial Hall, deep moats, half choked up with reeds andrashes, surrounding it. Close by the bridge leading over themoat to the carriage-entry stood a venerable willow-tree,bending…
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