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64' At the Back of the North Wind |
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that Diamond had begun once more to feel as if North Wind were a dream of some far-off year.
One hot evening, he had been sitting with the young mistress, as they called her, in a little summer-house at the bottom of the lawn—a wonderful thing for beauty,
the boy thought, |
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for a little window in the side of it was made of coloured glass. It grew dusky, and the lady began to feel chill, and went in, leaving the boy in the summer - house. He sat there gazing out at a bed of tulips, which, although they had closed for the night, could not go quite |
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asleep for the wind that kept waving them about. All at once he saw a great humble-bee fly out of one of the tulips.
''There! that is something done," said a voice—a gentle, merry, childish voice, but so tiny. "At last it was. I thought he would have had to stay there all night, poor fellow! I did."
Diamond could not tell whether the voice was near |
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