HANS ANDERSEN'S FAIRY TALES
plucked it and laid it on Elise's bosom, whereupon she awoke from her trance with peace and joy in her heart.
And all the church-bells began to ring of their own accord, and birds flew to the spot in swarms, and there was a festive procession back to the palace, such as no King has ever seen equalled.
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