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THE GIANT'S HEART. |
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If it were not for a bite of a radish now and then, I never could bear it."
Here the giant looked lovingly towards the row of little boys by the fire, all of whom were nodding, or asleep on the floor.
" Why don't you trust it to me, dear Thunder-thump ?" said his wife. " I would take the best possible care of it."
" I don't doubt it, my love. But the responsibility would be too much (or you. You would no longer be my darling, light-hearted, aiiy, laughing Doodlem. It would transform you into a heavy, oppressed woman, weary of life—as I am."
The giant closed his eyes and pretended to go to sleep. His wife got his stockings, and went on with her darning. Soon the giant's pretence became reality, and the giantess began to nod over her work.
"Now, Buffy,"whispered Tricksey-Wee,"now'j |
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