Free

john9221

ree faced eastwardsso Toad was called
at an early hour; partly by the bright sunlight streaming in on himpartly
by the exceeding coldness of his toeswhich made him dream that he was
at home in bed in his own handsome room with the Tudor windowon a
cold winter's nightand his bedclothes had got upgrumbling and
protesting they couldn't stand the cold any longerand had run downstairs
to the kitchen fire to warm themselves; and he had followedon bare feet
along miles and miles of icy stone-paved passagesarguing and
beseeching them to be reasonable. He would probably have been aroused
much earlierhad he not slept for some [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]ks on straw over stone flags
and almost forgotten the friendly feeling of thick blankets pulled well up
round the chin.
Sitting uphe rubbed his eyes first and his complaining toes next
wondered for a moment where he waslooking round for familiar stone
wall and little barred window; thenwith a leap of the heartremembered
everything--his escapehis flighthis pursuit; rememberedfirst and best
thing of allthat he was free [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
Free [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! The word and the thought alone were worth fifty blankets. He
was warm from end to end as he thought of the jolly world outside
waiting eagyilai:
[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]