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Diamond held out his arms, for with that grand face looking- at him, he believed like a baby. She took him in her hands, threw him over her shoulder, and said, "Get in, Diamond."
And Diamond parted her hair with his hands, crept between, and |
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feeling about soon found the woven nest. It was just like a pocket, or like the shawl in which gipsy women carry their children. North Wind put her hands to her back, felt all about the nest, and finding it safe, said,—
"Are you comfortable, Dia- |
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mond?"
"Yes, indeed," answered Diamond.
The next moment he was rising in the air. North Wind grew towering up to the place of the clouds. Her hair went streaming out from her, till it spread like a mist over the stars. She flung herself abroad in space.
Diamond held on by two of the twisted ropes which. |
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