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English
1856
Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? OF WHAT USE WAS IT TO BE LOVED AND LOSE ONE'S BEAUTY AND BECOME REAL IF IT ALL ENDED LIKE THIS
ooks in the corner behind the fowl-house, and he felt very lonely. The sack had been left untied, and so by wriggling a bit he was able to get his head through the opening and look out. He was shivering a little, for he had always been used to sleeping in a proper bed, and by this time his coat had worn so thin and threadbare from hugging that it was no longer any protection to him. Near by he could see the thicket of raspberry canes, growing tall and close like a tropical jungle, in whose shadow he had played with the Boy on bygone mornings. He thought of those long sunlit hours in the garden-how happy they were-and a great sadness came over him. He seemed to see them all pass before him, each more beautiful than the other, the fairy huts in the flower-bed, the quiet evenings in the wood when he lay in the bracken and the little ants ran over his paws; the wonderful day when he first knew that he was Real. He thought of the Skin Horse, so wise and gentle, and all that he had told him. G THE OLD PICTURE BOOKS IN THE CORNER BEHIND THE FOWL HOUSE AND HE FELT VERY LONELY THE SACK HAD BEEN LEFT UNTIED AND SO BY WRIGGLING A BIT HE WAS ABLE TO GET HIS HEAD THROUGH THE OPENING AND LOOK OUT HE WAS SHIVERING A LITTLE FOR HE HAD ALWAYS BEEN USED TO SLEEPING IN A PROPER BED AND BY THIS TIME HIS COAT HAD WORN SO THIN AND THREADBARE FROM HUGGING THAT IT WAS NO LONGER ANY PROTECTION TO HIM NEAR BY HE COULD SEE THE THICKET OF RASPBERRY CANES GROWING TALL AND CLOSE LIKE A TROPICAL JUNGLE IN WHOSE SHADOW HE HAD PLAYED WITH THE BOY ON BYGONE MORNINGS HE THOUGHT OF THOSE LONG SUNLIT HOURS IN THE GARDEN HOW HAPPY THEY WERE AND A GREAT SADNESS CAME OVER HIM HE SEEMED TO SEE THEM ALL PASS BEFORE HIM EACH MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE OTHER THE FAIRY HUTS IN THE FLOWER BED THE QUIET EVENINGS IN THE WOOD WHEN HE LAY IN THE BRACKEN AND THE LITTLE ANTS RAN OVER HIS PAWS THE WONDERFUL DAY WHEN HE FIRST KNEW THAT HE WAS REAL HE THOUGHT OF THE SKIN HORSE SO WISE AND GENTLE AND ALL THAT HE HAD TOLD HIM
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