The Water-babies: A Fairy Tale for a Land-babyThomas Y. Crowell, 1895 - 330 páginas A Victorian tale in which Tom, a sooty little chimney sweep with a great longing to be clean, is stolen by fairies and turned into a water-baby. |
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... Sir John Harthover's , at the Place , for his old chimney- sweep was gone to prison , and the chimneys wanted sweeping . And so he rode away , not giving Tom time to ask what the sweep had gone to prison for , which was a matter of ...
... Sir John Harthover's , at the Place , for his old chimney- sweep was gone to prison , and the chimneys wanted sweeping . And so he rode away , not giving Tom time to ask what the sweep had gone to prison for , which was a matter of ...
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... Sir John ( whom he had seen , having been sent to jail by him twice ) was the most awful . Harthover Place was really a grand place , even for the rich North country ; with a house so large that in the frame - breaking riots , which Tom ...
... Sir John ( whom he had seen , having been sent to jail by him twice ) was the most awful . Harthover Place was really a grand place , even for the rich North country ; with a house so large that in the frame - breaking riots , which Tom ...
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... Sir John a grand old man , whom even Mr. Grimes respected ; for not only could he send Mr. Grimes to prison when he deserved it , as he did once or twice a week ; not only did he own all the land about for miles ; not only was he a ...
... Sir John a grand old man , whom even Mr. Grimes respected ; for not only could he send Mr. Grimes to prison when he deserved it , as he did once or twice a week ; not only did he own all the land about for miles ; not only was he a ...
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... Sir John's lodge gates . Very grand lodges they were , with very grand iron gates and stone gate - posts , and on the top of each a most dreadful bogy , all teeth , horns , and A FAIRY TALE FOR A LAND - BABY . 15.
... Sir John's lodge gates . Very grand lodges they were , with very grand iron gates and stone gate - posts , and on the top of each a most dreadful bogy , all teeth , horns , and A FAIRY TALE FOR A LAND - BABY . 15.
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... Sir John's ancestors wore in the Wars of the Roses ; and very prudent men they were to wear it , for all their enemies must have run for their lives at the very first sight of them . Grimes rang at the gate , and out came a keeper on ...
... Sir John's ancestors wore in the Wars of the Roses ; and very prudent men they were to wear it , for all their enemies must have run for their lives at the very first sight of them . Grimes rang at the gate , and out came a keeper on ...
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afraid asked babies backstairs beasts beautiful beautiful creature Bedonebyasyoudid began birch-rod birds bogies Brandan butterwort catch caught chimney chimney-sweep clean crag creatures cried crying dirty dovekies Epimetheus eyes fairy fancy fellow fish folks frightened Gairfowl gentleman gray grew Grimes grow Harthover head heard Hellebore hippopotamus hole Holothurian hundred Irishwoman jumped knew lady laughed legs little boys little children little dear little Ellie live lobster looked Mother Carey mouth nasty naughty never night nose once otter perhaps petrels point of rock poor little pretty professor rocks round salmon seen Shiny Wall Sir John sleep stone strange stream stupid sure swam sweet tail tell things thought told Tom longed Tom waited Tom's took trout truncheon turned ugly Vendale water-babies whales wings wonderful
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