  | | He in turn, leaning over the rock stared back into Martin's face with his immense fishy eyes | Frontispiece | | PAGE | | "Oh, poor bird," he cried suddenly, "open your wings and fly away!" | 28 | | Groping his way to the bucket of cold water—he managed to raise it up in his arms, and poured it over the sleeper | 39 | | "The Queen wishes to speak to you—stand up, little boy" | 52 | | How strange it seemed when, holding on to a twig, he bent over and saw himself reflected in that black mirror | 71 | | He quickly ate it, and then pulled another and ate that, and then another, and still others, until he could eat no more | 79 | | Then the wild man, catching Martin up, leaped upon the back of one of the horses | 103 | | She raised him in her arms and pressed him to her bosom, wrapping her hair like a warm mantle around him | 115 | | For a moment or two he was tempted to turn and run back into the passage through which he had come | 122 | | The doe—timidly smelt at his hand, then licked it with her long pink tongue | 140 | | Throwing up her arms, she uttered a long call, and the birds began to come lower and lower down | 145 | | One of the mist people—held the shell to Martin's ear,—and Martin knew—that it was the voice of the sea | 156 | |
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