The history of sir Thomas Thumb. By the author of 'The heir of Redcliffe'. |
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... swallowed at once , calling loudly all the time , " Mother , mother ! " " Where are you , my darling ? " cried she . " Here , mother , in the red cow's mouth. 28 THE HISTORY OF CHAPTER V How Tom Thumb became Frolicsome and Tricksy,
... swallowed at once , calling loudly all the time , " Mother , mother ! " " Where are you , my darling ? " cried she . " Here , mother , in the red cow's mouth. 28 THE HISTORY OF CHAPTER V How Tom Thumb became Frolicsome and Tricksy,
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... cried ; " I have you at your tricks ! I'll teach you to be a thief ! " and before Tom could escape , he drew the strings of the bag so as to catch him round the neck , and then soundly shook the bag , so that all the stones came bumping ...
... cried ; " I have you at your tricks ! I'll teach you to be a thief ! " and before Tom could escape , he drew the strings of the bag so as to catch him round the neck , and then soundly shook the bag , so that all the stones came bumping ...
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... cried . " That is what it is to breed up a changeling imp ! " and she seized hold of the pot , and ran outside the door with it . She would have thrown it into the running stream , but espying a tinker coming along the road , " Here ...
... cried . " That is what it is to breed up a changeling imp ! " and she seized hold of the pot , and ran outside the door with it . She would have thrown it into the running stream , but espying a tinker coming along the road , " Here ...
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... cries , hastily laid hold of the pudding and threw it into the hedge , while he ran away at full speed . Tom crept out in woful condition , and climbed up a ragged- robin to look for the way home , but as if from the flower itself came ...
... cries , hastily laid hold of the pudding and threw it into the hedge , while he ran away at full speed . Tom crept out in woful condition , and climbed up a ragged- robin to look for the way home , but as if from the flower itself came ...
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... cart went deep into the forest where Owen was cutting wood . " Here I am , father , " cried Tom ; " take me down . " " Well done , my brave lad ! " said Owen , laying hold of the C 7 2 1 ... JB bridle with one hand 36 THE HISTORY OF.
... cart went deep into the forest where Owen was cutting wood . " Here I am , father , " cried Tom ; " take me down . " " Well done , my brave lad ! " said Owen , laying hold of the C 7 2 1 ... JB bridle with one hand 36 THE HISTORY OF.
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adventure armour arms aunt bade ballad began beheld beneath black shield Britain Caerleon called Castle changeling Cote-Mal-Taille cried dame damsel dance death dragon elfin elves elvish enchanted Excalibar eyes fair fairies Fairy-land father fear fell forest Geoffrey of Monmouth giant gnat green hand hast head heard honour horse Janet King Arthur King Arthur's court King's Lady lake lance Lancelot du Lac laughing legends light little knight loathly lady Merddyn Merlin Midsummer Night's Dream mortal Morte d'Arthur mother never NOTE Oberon Owen pinch Pixie poor Puck Queen Guenever Queen Mab quoth ride ring River Camel Robin Goodfellow rode romances Round Table shew Sir Bedivere Sir Gawayne Sir Kaye Sir Lancelot Sir Mordred Sir Thomas Thumb Sleekfoot sleep spider sport steed stones stood sword tale thee thou thought told Tom Thumb took tree unto Viviana weary
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