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He positively could not tear his eyes away from it, and exclaimed aloud that never, never had he seen anything so lovely and so graceful. Then he began to think that it was too absurd that he, the fascinating Featherhead, should fall in love with a portrait; and, to drive away the recollections of its haunting eyes, he rushed back to the town; but somehow everything seemed changed.
Who will lend me even a hundred louis on this house that I can not sell?" While he was in this quandary, he met his Jewish broker. He did not hesitate to address him, and, featherhead as he was, did not fail to tell him the plight he was in.
But at last old papa declared that it was time for Featherhead to settle himself to some business in life, roundly declaring that he could not always have him as a hanger-on in the paternal hole. "What are you going to do, my boy?" said Tip Chipmunk to him one day. "We are driving now a thriving trade in hickory-nuts, and if you would like to join us "
But one luckless day, as Featherhead was lolling in his hole, up came two boys with the friskiest, wiriest Scotch terrier you ever saw. His eyes blazed like torches, and poor Featherhead's heart died within him as he heard the boys say, "Now we'll see if we can't catch the rascal that eats our grain." Featherhead tried to slink out at the hole he had gnawed to come in by, but found it stopped.
The fact was, further, that old Longtooth Rat, an old sharper and money-lender, had long had his eye on Featherhead as just about silly enough for their purposes, engaging him in what he called a speculation, but which was neither more nor less than downright stealing.
'You hardly keep the bargain, madam, when you make yourself so beautiful, said the Prince, bowing. 'It was my last arrow, she returned. 'I am disarmed. Blank cartridge, O MON PRINCE! And now I tell you, if you choose to leave this prison, you can, and I am ruined. Choose! 'Madame von Rosen, replied Otto, 'I choose, and I will go. My duty points me, duty still neglected by this Featherhead.
There he goes, delving and poking, picking up a nut here and a grain there, when I step into property at once." "But I hope, my son, you are careful to be honest in your dealings," said old Nutcracker, who was a very moral squirrel. With that, young Featherhead threw his tail saucily over one shoulder, winked knowingly at his brothers, and said, "Certainly, sir!
But one day the Princess, wandering sadly by the river, spied Prince Featherhead fast asleep in the shade of a tree, and stole nearer to enjoy the delight of gazing at his dear face unobserved. Judge of her astonishment when she saw that he was holding in his hand a portrait of herself! In vain did she puzzle over the apparent contradictoriness of his behaviour.
"You hardly keep the bargain, madam, when you make yourself so beautiful," said the Prince, bowing. "It was my last arrow," she returned. "I am disarmed. Blank cartridge, O mon Prince! And now I tell you, if you choose to leave this prison, you can, and I am ruined. Choose!" "Madame von Rosen," replied Otto, "I choose, and I will go. My duty points me, duty still neglected by this Featherhead.
Featherhead is 'turning old now, and as there's a talk, since his last stroke, of his taking the Chiltern Hundreds, it might be worth your while to look about you. I speak as a friend, Mr. Hazlewood, and as one who understands the roll; and if in going over it together 'I beg pardon, sir, but I have no views in which your assistance could be useful.
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