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THE GOLDEN TREASURE 893 |
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clear and his face as radiant as sunshine ; and he held his mother in his arms, and she kissed his mouth, and wept as blissfully as any one can weep for joy ; and he nodded at every old piece of furniture in the room, at the cupboard with the tea-cups, and at the flower-vase. He nodded at |
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the sleeping-bench, where he had slept as a little boy ; but the old Fire-drum he brought out, and dragged it into the middle of the room, and said to it and to his mother :
1 My father would have beaten a famous roll this evening. Now I must do it 1 '
And he beat a thundering roll-call on the instrument, and the Drum felt so highly honoured that the parchment burst with exultation. |
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