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Now as they went together, hand in hand through the moonlight, Small Porges talked very fast, and very much at random, while his eyes, bright, and eager, glanced expectantly towards every patch of shadow, doubtless in search of gnomes, and pixies. But Anthea saw nothing of this, heard nothing of the suppressed excitement in his voice, for she was thinking that by now, Mr.
"Because I love you, Anthea, have loved you from the first. Because everything I possess in this world is yours even as I am." "You forget!" she broke in proudly, "you forget " "Everything but my love for you, Anthea, everything but that I want you for my wife. I'm not much of a fellow, I know, but could you learn to love me enough to marry me some day, Anthea?"
It feels as though things might happen!" "Don't be so silly!" "Well, but it does, you know." "What do you mean what things?" "Well, it feels gnomy, to me. I s'pecks there's lots of elves about hidden in the shadows, you know, an' peeping at us." "There aren't any elves, or gnomes," said Anthea petulantly, for she was still furiously angry with herself. "But my Uncle Porges told me "
I would like to go there when Joseph was dreaming those curious dreams, or when Moses was doing wonderful things with snakes and sticks. 'I don't care about snakes, said Anthea shuddering. 'Well, we needn't be in at that part, but Babylon was lovely! We had cream and sweet, sticky stuff. And I expect Egypt's the same.
The Psammead swelled itself up, turned its long snail's eyes in one last lingering look at Anthea a loving look, she always said, and thought and vanished. 'Well, said Anthea, after a silence, 'I suppose it's happy. The only thing it ever did really care for was SAND. 'My dear children, said the learned gentleman, 'I must have fallen asleep. I've had the most extraordinary dream.
Horrid thing, I hate her! 'I wish Mrs Biddle was in an angelic good temper, cried Anthea, suddenly. 'It's worth trying, she said to herself. Mrs Biddle's face grew from purple to violet, and from violet to mauve, and from mauve to pink. Then she smiled quite a jolly smile. 'Why, so I am! she said, 'what a funny idea! Why shouldn't I be in a good temper, my dears.
"I wish," said Anthea more slowly, "mother mayn't get to the police." "Done," said the creature after the proper interval. "I wish," said Jane suddenly, "mother could forget all about the diamonds." "Done," said the Psammead; but its voice was weaker. "Would you like to rest a little?" asked Anthea considerately.
The room they were shut up in WAS a room, and not a dungeon, as the elder ones had feared. That, as Anthea said, was one comfort. There were paintings on the wall that at any other time would have been most interesting. And a sort of low couch, and chairs. When they were alone Jane breathed a sigh of relief. 'Now we can get home all right, she said.
Yet I daresay you believe all that about the earth and the sun, and if so you will find it quite easy to believe that before Anthea and Cyril and the others had been a week in the country they had found a fairy. At least they called it that, because that was what it called itself; and of course it knew best, but it was not at all like any fairy you ever saw or heard of or read about.
Here he rang the bell; and the moment its answering clang was heard, every one felt that it would be some time before that bell was answered. The sound of a bell is quite different, somehow, when there is anyone inside the house who hears it. I can't tell you why that is but so it is. 'I expect they're changing their dresses, said Jane. 'Too late, said Anthea, 'it must be past five.
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