Image from page 168 of "Old-time stories;" (1921)
Identifier: oldtimestoriesperr
Title: Old-time stories;
Authors: Perrault, Charles, 1628-1703
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Publisher: [n.p.] Constable
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—this was all the fare withwhich the Lion-Witch appeased the hunger of those whofell into her clutches. When the queen was well enough to be set to work,the Witch told her she might build herself a hut, since shewas fated to remain in her company for the rest of her life.On hearing this the queen burst into tears. * Alas ! shecried, what have I done that you should keep me here ?If my death, which I feel to be nigh, will cause you anypleasure, then I implore you to kill me : I dare not hopefor any other kindness from you. But do not condemnme to the sadness of a life - long separation from myhusband. But the Lion-Witch merely laughed at her, biddingher dry her tears, if she would be wise, and do her part toplease her. Otherwise, she declared, her lot would be themost miserable in the world. And what must I do to soften your heart ? replied thequeen. I have a liking for fly-pasties, said the Lion-Witch ;* and you must contrive to catch flies enough to make me alarge and tasty one.142
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The approach to it was by ten thousand steps The Friendly Frog But there are no flies here, rejoined the queen ; andeven if there were there is not enough light to catch themby. Moreover, supposing I caught some, I have never inmy life made pastry. You are therefore giving me orderswhich I cannot possibly carry out. No matter, said the pitiless Lion-Witch ; what Iwant I will have ! The queen made no reply, but reflected that, no matterhow cruel the Witch might be, she had only one life to lose,and in her present plight what terror could death hold forher ? She did not attempt to look for flies, therefore, butsat down beneath a yew tree, and gave way to tears andlamentations. Alas, dear husband, she cried, howgrieved you will be when you go to fetch me from the castle,and find me gone ! You will suppose me to be dead orfaithless ; how I hope that you will mourn the loss of mylife, not the loss of my love ! Perhaps the remains of mychariot will be found in the wood, with all the ornamen
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Image from page 168 of "Old-time stories;" (1921)
Identifier: oldtimestoriesperr
Title: Old-time stories;
Authors: Perrault, Charles, 1628-1703
Subjects:
Publisher: [n.p.] Constable
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
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—this was all the fare withwhich the Lion-Witch appeased the hunger of those whofell into her clutches. When the queen was well enough to be set to work,the Witch told her she might build herself a hut, since shewas fated to remain in her company for the rest of her life.On hearing this the queen burst into tears. * Alas ! shecried, what have I done that you should keep me here ?If my death, which I feel to be nigh, will cause you anypleasure, then I implore you to kill me : I dare not hopefor any other kindness from you. But do not condemnme to the sadness of a life - long separation from myhusband. But the Lion-Witch merely laughed at her, biddingher dry her tears, if she would be wise, and do her part toplease her. Otherwise, she declared, her lot would be themost miserable in the world. And what must I do to soften your heart ? replied thequeen. I have a liking for fly-pasties, said the Lion-Witch ;* and you must contrive to catch flies enough to make me alarge and tasty one.142
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The approach to it was by ten thousand steps The Friendly Frog But there are no flies here, rejoined the queen ; andeven if there were there is not enough light to catch themby. Moreover, supposing I caught some, I have never inmy life made pastry. You are therefore giving me orderswhich I cannot possibly carry out. No matter, said the pitiless Lion-Witch ; what Iwant I will have ! The queen made no reply, but reflected that, no matterhow cruel the Witch might be, she had only one life to lose,and in her present plight what terror could death hold forher ? She did not attempt to look for flies, therefore, butsat down beneath a yew tree, and gave way to tears andlamentations. Alas, dear husband, she cried, howgrieved you will be when you go to fetch me from the castle,and find me gone ! You will suppose me to be dead orfaithless ; how I hope that you will mourn the loss of mylife, not the loss of my love ! Perhaps the remains of mychariot will be found in the wood, with all the ornamen
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