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hands were lifting him out, and, as sure as I’m sitting here, I brought him safe from the 杭州有口的足浴 lot.
“There went a whole roar of annoyance from the fairies, and they mounted up on their horses and away. But I brought the little fellow to my own house for fear they’d return for him to this place.”
The poor mother was wild with delight to hear tell the son was 杭州洗浴桑拿全套 alive.
“Let’s be going to fetch him,” says she. “And he’ll never be left in the house 杭州spa按摩会所 by his lone from this out.” 
The two went down to the neighbour’s house, and sure enough the child was in it asleep by the fire.
The man had to carry him home, for herself was exhausted with fright.
“Maybe the Good People are gone up to remove what they left in the cradle,” says she.
But when they went into the kitchen wasn’t the old corpse in it yet.
“We be to bury yon article,” says herself. But the man allowed there was no need to be treating the like the same as a 杭州养生馆体验 right thing.
“Throw it in on the back of the fire,” says he.
Herself was in dread to lay her hand on the likeness of the child. So the man lifted it out of the cradle and threw it down on the fire. And it blazed away up the chimney for a second’s time and departed in a puff of 杭州品茶快餐 smoke.
XVI THE VOICE AT THE DOOR
There was one time a poor widow woman he name of Cathleen the Hollow, for her house was down in a dip of the ground. She had two fine beautiful sons, Shan the Hollow and Hughie Cathleen. Shan was a dancer could step on a plate and not put a break in the delf; and Hughie could sing every ballad and song was ever heard tell of at all.
They were wild daring lads, too, the way there was great talk of them in the countryside. And the lamentations of the youth of the world were more nor a fright when news came round to the 杭州夜生活龙凤论坛 neighbours that Hughie was dead.
He lay down of a Friday night, and he in the best of health, on the Saturday morning the brother went to rouse him, and found him perished dead.
Well there was a most elegant wake, not a one in those parts but paid respect to the corpse. And there 杭州夜网杭州龙凤网 wasn’t the least suspicion but that Hughie come by his death of some natural cause.
It was maybe a fortnight after
the burying that the sleep quit Shan the Hollow entirely. If evenly he began for to doze in his bed he’d be roused up again by a rap on the door—but when he stepped out there was no person visible there.
“Oh mother,” says he, “I’m thinking poor Hughie is walking the world.”
“He is not,” says she. “For he was a decent lad would find peace in 杭州桑拿足浴论坛 the grave. But there is some person making free with this house, for not a day goes by but 杭州保健油压 I miss some article of food.”
Shan let it be, but his mind was uneasy for Hugh. And not a long after he heard a voice go past in the night, and it singing a beautiful song. He rose and he went to the door.
“Oh Hughie,” says he, “is that your spirit travelling the earth?” 
“It’s myself is walking the world, and I not buried at all,” says the voice. “The Good P