Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900, Robinson, Charles, ill · New York : Brentano's · leaf 45
low. I am going to the House ofDeath. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not? And he kissed the Happy Prince on thelips, and fell down dead at his feet. At that moment a curious crack soundedinside the statue, as if something had broken.The fact is that the leaden heart had snappedright in two.… … THE HAPPY PRINCE me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!he said. How shabby, indeed ! cried the TownCouncillors, who always agreed with theMayor ; and they went up to look at it. The ruby has fallen out of his sword, hiseyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,said the Mayor; in fact, he is little…
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