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Title: Stories for the household
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian), 1805-1875 Dulcken, H. W. (Henry William), 1832-1894 Bayes, Alfred Walter, 1832-1909, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: London : G. Routledge and Sons

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. She smiled in herdreams, and he bent over her, and saw tears quivering beneath her eyelids! The Garden of Paradise. 649 Do you weep for me ? he whispered. Weep not, thou gloriouswoman! Now only I understand the bliss of Paradise! It streamsthrough my blood, through my thoughts; the power of the angel andof increasing lite I feel in my mortal body! Let what will happen tome now ; one moment like this is wealth enough ! And he kissed the tears from her eyes—his mouth touched hers. Then there resounded a clap of thunder so loud and dreadful that noone had ever heard the like, and everything fell down; and the beautifi;Fairy and the charming Paradise sank down, deeper and deeper. ThePrince saw it vanish into the black night; like a little bright star itgleamed out of the far distance. A deadly chill ran through his frame(and he closed his eyes and lay for a long time as one dead. The cold rain fell upon his face, the keen wind roared round his head,and then his senses returned to him.
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THE MOTHER OF THE WINDS UPBEAIDS THE PEINCE. What have I done? he sighed. I have sinned like Adam—sinned so that Paradise has sunk deep down ! And he opened his eyes, and the star in the distance—the star thatgleamed like the Paradise that had sunk down, was the morning star inthe sky. He stood up, and found himself in the great forest, close by the Caveof the Winds, and the mother of the Winds sat by his side: she lookedangry, and raised her arm in the air. The very first evening! said she. I thought it would be so!Yes, if you were my son, you would have to go into the sack! Tes, he shall go in there! said Death. He was a strong old man,with a scythe in his hand, and with great black wings. Yes, he shallbe laid in his coffin, but not yet: I only register him, and let himwander awhile in the world to expiate his sins and to grow bettersBut one day I shall come. When he least expects it, I shall clap hira C50 Stories for llie Household. in the black coffin, put him on my head, and

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