"It was Christmas night in the Castle of the Forest Sauvage, and all around length. It hung on the boughs of the forest trees in rounded lumps, even be...
At this the Wart's eyes grew rounder and rounder, until they were about as big as the owl's who was sitting on his shoulder, and his face got redder and redder, and a breath seemed to gather itself beneath his heart.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
At this the Wart's eyes grew rounder and rounder, until they were about as big as the owl's who was ...
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