. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . ed him, andhe was on the point of throwing himself on theground and giving himself over for lost. Turning,however, his eyes in every direction, he saw at somedistance, standing out amidst the dark green of thetrees, a small house as white as snow. ulf I had only breath to reach that house, hesaid to himself, perhaps I should be saved. And without delaying an instant, he recommencedrunning for his life through the wood, and theassassins after him. At last, after a desperate race of nearly twohours, he arrived quite breathless at the door of thehouse, and kno
. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . ed him, andhe was on the point of throwing himself on theground and giving himself over for lost. Turning,however, his eyes in every direction, he saw at somedistance, standing out amidst the dark green of thetrees, a small house as white as snow. ulf I had only breath to reach that house, hesaid to himself, perhaps I should be saved. And without delaying an instant, he recommencedrunning for his life through the wood, and theassassins after him. At last, after a desperate race of nearly twohours, he arrived quite breathless at the door of thehouse, and knocked. No one answered. He knocked again with great violence, for heheard the sound of steps approaching him, and theheavy panting of his persecutors. The samesilence. F 81 8i THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO Seeing that knocking was useless he began indesperation to kick and pommel the door with allhis might. The window then opened and a beauti-ful Child appeared at it. She had blue hair and aface as white as a waxen image; her eyes were. ** If I could only reach that house, he said. closed and her hands were crossed on her moving her lips in the least, she said in ayoice that seemed to come from the other world: u In this house there is no one. They are alldead. 44 Then at least open the door for me yourself,shouted Pinocchio, crying and imploring. 4i I am dead also. THE ADVENTURES OF P1NOCCHIO 83 Dead? then what are you doing there at thewindow ? I am waiting for the bier to come to carry meaway. Having said this she immediately disappeared,and the window was closed again without theslightest noise. Oh! beautiful Child with blue hair, criedPinocchio, open the door for pitys sake! Havecompassion on a poor boy pursued by assas . . But he could not finish the word, for he felthimself seized by the collar, and the same twohorrible voices said to him threateningly : u You shall not escape from us again ! The puppet, seeing death staring him in theface, was taken with suc
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