Oldal 149 [149]
Paes LORY, OB TER NOSES
c A cuckoo!” said Coranda; "that is a bird which I have
always wanted to see."
He ran to the tree and shook it with all his might, when,
behold! a young girl fell from the branches, fortunately
more frightened than hurt.
*Villain!’’ cried the farmer.
" Are you not satisfied?" said Coranda, opening his knife.
“Wretch! you kill my daughter and you think that I
ought to be satisfied! I am furious. Begone, if you would
not die by my hand!”
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“T will go when I have cut off your nose,” said Coranda.
“T have kept my word. Do you keep yours.”
"Stop!" eried the farmer, putting his hand before his
face. "You will surely let me redeem my nose?"
“Tt depends on what you offer,” said Coranda.
“Will you take ten sheep for It?"
ENO.
“Ten cows?”
“No; I would rather cut off your nose." And he sharp¬
ened his knife on the door-step.
“Father,” said Helen, "the fault was mine; it belongs to
me to repair it. Coranda, will you take my hand instead
of my father’s nose?"
“Yes,” replied Coranda.
“T make one condition,” said the young girl. “We will
make the same bargain; the first one of us that is not
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