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THE GIANT'S HEART. |
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The brake was a big broom ; and they had just got into the bristles of it when they heard the door open with a sound of thunder, and in stalked the giant. You would have thought you saw the whole earth through the door when he opened it, so wide was it; and when he closed it, it was like nightfall.
"Where is that little boy?" he cried, with a voice like the bellowing of a cannon. "He looked a very nice boy indeed. I am almost sure he crept through the mousehole at the bottom of the door. Where is he, my dear ? "
" I don't know," answered the giantess.
" But you know it is wicked to tell lies; don't you, my dear ? " retorted the giant.
"Now, you ridiculous old Thunderthump !>? said his wife, with a smile as broad as the sea in the sun, " how can I mend your white stockings and look after little boys? You have |
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