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blue hair and a face as white as a waxen image;
her eyes were closed and her hands were crossed
on her breast. Without moving her lips in
the least, she said in a voice that seemed to
come from the other world:
‘In this house there is no one. ‘They are
all dead."
" Then at least open the door for me your¬
self,” shoutea Pinocchio, crying and imploring.
‘“T am dead also.”
" "Then what are you doing at the window? ”
" I am waiting for the bier to come to carry
me away.”
Having said this she disappeared, and the
window was closed without the slightest noise.
Oh! beautiful Child with blue hair,” cried
Pinocchio, “open the door for pity’s sake!
Have compassion on a poor boy pursued by
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But he could not finish the word, for he
felt himself seized by the collar, and the same
two horrible voices said to him threateningly:
. You shall not escape from us again! ”
I'he puppet, seeing death staring him in
the face, was taken with such a violent fit of
trembling that the joints of his wooden legs
began to creak, and the sovereigns hidden under
his tongue to clink.