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So, almost mad with grief and shame, and from an accusing conscience, he went back to find the cave, in which he had slept. SO ALMOST MAD WITH GRIEF AND SHAME AND FROM ACCUSING CONSCIENCE HE WENT BACK TO FIND THE CAVE IN WHICH HE HAD SLEPT
the boy had legs twice as long as the little men, and got to the cottage door first. He now thought himself safe, but pushing open the door, he stumbled over the copper threshold, and the ball rolled out of his hand, across the floor of hardened clay, even to the nearly white-washed border, which ran about the edges of the room. It stopped at the feet of his mother, whose eyes opened wide at the sight of the ball of shining gold. As he lay sprawling on the floor, and before he could pick himself up, one of the little men leaped over him, rushed into the room, and, from under his mother's petticoats, picked up the ball. They spat at the boy and shouted, "traitor," "rascal," "thief," "false mortal," "fox," "rat," "wolf," and other bad names. Then they turned and sped away. Now Elidyr, though he had been a mischievous boy, often willful, lazy, and never liking his books, had always loved the truth. He was very sad and miserable, beyond the telling, because he had broken his word of honor. HEN THEY RUSHED AFTER HIM AND THERE BEGAN A RACE TO THE COTTAGE THE BOY HAD LEGS TWICE AS LONG AS THE LITTLE MEN AND GOT TO THE COTTAGE DOOR FIRST HE NOW THOUGHT HIMSELF SAFE BUT PUSHING OPEN THE DOOR HE STUMBLED OVER THE COPPER THRESHOLD AND THE BALL ROLLED OUT OF HIS HAND ACROSS THE FLOOR OF HARDENED CLAY EVEN TO THE NEARLY WHITEWASHED BORDER WHICH RAN ABOUT THE EDGE OF THE ROOM IT STOPPED AT THE FEET OF HIS MOTHER WHOSE EYES OPENED WIDE AT THE SIGHT OF A BALL OF SHINING GOLD AS HE LAY SPRAWLING ON THE FLOOR AND BEFORE HE COULD PICK HIMSELF UP ONE OF THE LITTLE MEN LEAPED OVER HIM RUSHED INTO THE ROOM AND FROM UNDER HIS MOTHER'S PETTICOATS PICKED UP THE BALL THEY SPAT AT THE BOY AND SHOUTED TRAITOR RASCAL THIEF FALSE MORTAL FOX RAT WOLF AND OTHER BAD NAMES THEY TURNED AND SPED AWAY NOW ELIDER THOUGH HE HAD BEEN A MISCHIEVOUS BOY OFTEN WILFUL LAZY AND NEVER LIKING HIS BOOKS HAD ALWAYS LOVED THE TRUTH HE WAS VERY SAD AND MISERABLE BEYOND TELLING BECAUSE HE HAD BROKEN HIS WORD OF HONOUR
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