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The marsh king's daughter . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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She understood the speech of birds . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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2
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It was he who pulled her down . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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7
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The Nile flood had retired . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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13
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There was a little bird that beat its wings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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27
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Placed the golden circuit about his neck . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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35
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41
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The swallow soared high into the air . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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51
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'Thou poor little thing,' I said the field-mouse . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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52
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'This is just the wife for my son.' said the toad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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56
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Oh, how terrified was poor Tommelise . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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59
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That was the greatest of pleasures . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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65
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They carried the mirror from place to place . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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69
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71
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She wore a large hat, with most beautiful flowers painted on it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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79
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Gerda knew every flower in the garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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87
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Suddenly a large raven hopped upon the snow in front of her . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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94
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Cabinet councillors were walking about barefooted . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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97
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And the nearer they were to the door the prouder they looked . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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102
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And flapped his black wings at the carriage till it was out of sight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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106
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109
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112
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She ran on as fast as she could . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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115
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She entered the large, cold, empty hall . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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117
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