. Wally Wanderoon and his story-telling machine . ldine did not forget, and he hadaccompanied the nobles and the magistrates in thehope of hearing something of his daughter. He wasunwilling to believe that he should never see heragain. Moreover, sorrow had softened his heart, andbut for his influence the innocent peasants wouldhave been put to the torture, in the hope of compel-ling them to confess that they or some of their neigh-bours were guilty of blighting the trees. Among those present at the court was the son of apeasant, a tall, handsome lad, whose whole appear-ance was different from
. Wally Wanderoon and his story-telling machine . ldine did not forget, and he hadaccompanied the nobles and the magistrates in thehope of hearing something of his daughter. He wasunwilling to believe that he should never see heragain. Moreover, sorrow had softened his heart, andbut for his influence the innocent peasants wouldhave been put to the torture, in the hope of compel-ling them to confess that they or some of their neigh-bours were guilty of blighting the trees. Among those present at the court was the son of apeasant, a tall, handsome lad, whose whole appear-ance was different from that of the was fair, with curling hair and dark blue eyes, andhe held himself as proudly as any of the nobles,though he was neither proud nor vain. On the con-trary, he was very modest and humble, but in appear-ance he was in every way superior to those amongwhom he dwelt. The name of this lad was Larro, a word which, inthe language of that country, meant the Lucky you come to study words closely, you will find [184]. The Court.
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