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"The revelations of the spectacles determined my feeling for the boys, and for all whom I saw through them. No shyness, nor awkwardness, nor silence, could separate me from those who looked lovely as lilies to my illuminated eyes. THE REVELATIONS OF THE SPECTACLES DETERMINED MY FEELING FOR THE BOYS AND FOR ALL WHOM I SAW THROUGH THEM NO SHYNESS NOR AWKWARDNESS NOR SILENCE COULD SEPARATE ME FROM THOSE WHO LOOKED LOVELY AS LILIES TO MY ILLUMINATED EYES
pon which might be dangerously drawn upon them at any moment. Whenever, in our games, there were quarrels and high words, and I began to feel about my dress and to wear a grave look, they all took the alarm, and shouted, 'Look out for Titbottom's spectacles,' and scattered like a flock of scared sheep. "Nor could I wonder at it. For, at first, before they took the alarm, I saw strange sights when I looked at them through the glasses. "If two were quarrelling about a marble, or a ball, I had only to go behind a tree where I was concealed and look at them leisurely. Then the scene changed, and it was no longer a green meadow with boys playing, but a spot which I did not recognise, and forms that made me shudder, or smile. It was not a big boy bullying a little one, but a young wolf with glistening teeth and a lamb cowering before him; or, it was a dog faithful and famishing--or a star going slowly into eclipse--or a rainbow fading--or a flower blooming--or a sun rising--or a waning moon. ER'S GIFT AS A CONCEALED MAGICAL WEAPON WHICH MIGHT BE DANGEROUSLY DRAWN UPON THEM AT ANY MOMENT WHENEVER IN OUR GAMES THERE WERE QUARRELS AND HIGH WORDS AND I BEGAN TO FEEL ABOUT MY DRESS AND TO WEAR A GRAVE LOOK THEY ALL TOOK THE ALARM AND SHOUTED LOOK OUT FOR TIT BOTTOM SPECTACLES AND SCATTERED LIKE A FLOCK OF SCARED SHEEP NOR COULD I WONDER AT IT FOR AT FIRST BEFORE THEY TOOK THE ALARM I SAW STRANGE SIGHTS WHEN I LOOKED AT THEM THROUGH THE GLASSES IF TWO WERE QUARRELLING ABOUT A MARBLE OR A BALL I HAD ONLY TO GO BEHIND A TREE WHERE I WAS CONCEALED AND LOOK AT THEM LEISURELY THEN THE SCENE CHANGED AND IT WAS NO LONGER A GREEN MEADOW WITH BOYS PLAYING BUT A SPOT WHICH I DID NOT RECOGNIZE AND FORMS THAT MADE ME SHUDDER OR SMILE IT WAS NOT A BIG BOY BULLYING A LITTLE ONE BUT A YOUNG WOLF WITH GLISTENING TEETH AND A LAMB COWERING BEFORE HIM OR IT WAS A DOG FAITHFUL AND FAMISHING OR A STAR GOING SLOWLY INTO ECLIPSE OR A RAINBOW FADING OR A FLOWER BLOOMING OR A SUN RISING OR A WANING MOON
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