Tyltyl; being the story of Maurice Maeterlinck's play, "The betrothal," told for children . hand to the Shape: Here you are, sir, he said. 32 TYLTYL Destiny gripped the boys little hand and wrist in hisown huge, bronze-coloured hand, which closed down likea vice. Hi! cried Tyltyl. Youre hurting me! Its nothing, said the Fairy, youll get used toit. . Come, is everything ready at last? Nothingmore that weve forgotten? Then one, two, three . .and off we go! But there was a knock at the door. Whos come to disturb us now? asked the Fairy,crossly. Shall we never get out of this hovel? Another knock.
Tyltyl; being the story of Maurice Maeterlinck's play, "The betrothal," told for children . hand to the Shape: Here you are, sir, he said. 32 TYLTYL Destiny gripped the boys little hand and wrist in hisown huge, bronze-coloured hand, which closed down likea vice. Hi! cried Tyltyl. Youre hurting me! Its nothing, said the Fairy, youll get used toit. . Come, is everything ready at last? Nothingmore that weve forgotten? Then one, two, three . .and off we go! But there was a knock at the door. Whos come to disturb us now? asked the Fairy,crossly. Shall we never get out of this hovel? Another knock. Come in! cried Tyltyl. One more knock. Whos there? cried Tyltyl. Come in, cant you? Then the door opened slowly, showing a girls Formshrouded in long, white veils, like a statue. The face,hands, mouth, eyes, hair and eyebrows were lifeless andwhite as marble, so that they could hardly be distin-guished. The Form stood on the threshold without mov-ing. What is it? asked Tyltyl. The door opened slowly, showing a girls Form shrouded in LONG white veils, LIKE A STATUE 11 i! 11 II li. THE WOODCUTTERS COTTAGE 33 I dont know, really, said the Fairy. It must besomebody youve forgotten. I? said Tyltyl, vainly trying to remember. Iveforgotten nobody. Ive never seen her before. . .Who are you, please? he asked, going up to the VeiledGirl. Its no use asking her, said the Fairy. She canttell you, she cant come to life, till you remember. But I dont. Im thinking and trying as hard as Ican, but I can find nothing. Very well, said the Fairy, we shall see later, wheneverything is cleared up. . Shes blocking the door-way, so we shall have to go out by the window. Come,this way! We have taken our fate in our hands; andthings have begun to happen. But now Destiny put in a word: Excuse me, he said, ex-cuse me! Its I who amFate and its I who begin and its I who give orders. Igo first, for its I who manage everything and I am theonly master! When Destiny had finished delivering his speech, thewindow
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