THe Selfish Giant (7)

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Years went past, and the Giant grew old and weak.

He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children playing their games, and admired his garden.

" I have so many beautiful flowers. "he said.
" But the chidren are the most beautiful flowers. "

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing.
He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was just the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked.

It certainly was a mervelous sight.

In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely whie blossoms.

Its branches were all golden and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden.

he hurried across the grass, and came near to the child.

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