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قراءة كتاب A New History of Blue Beard For the Amusement of Little Lack Beard, and his Pretty Sisters
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A New History of Blue Beard For the Amusement of Little Lack Beard, and his Pretty Sisters
Irene, 'I see a great cloud of dust, but it is a great way off.' 'If you don't come down,' Blue Beard roared out, 'I will fetch you;' 'coming,' cried Fatima: when calling again to her sister, she asked her what she saw? 'I see,' cried Irene, 'a number of horsemen riding full speed towards the Castle;' 'wave your handkerchief, dear sister, that they may make more haste, or I fear it will be all over with me.'
At this instant entered Blue Beard, and seizing her hair, began dragging her towards the Blue Chamber, while her shrieks were enough to pierce the heart of stone. He had not dragged her far before he heard the sound of feet on the stairs and as tyrants are always cowards, he stopt to listen.
He had not stopt long before Selim, (who had forced into the Castle) following the cries of Fatima, rushed into the room, with his sword in hand. 'Villain,' said Blue Beard, drawing his scymater, 'what dost thou here?' 'Tyrant,' cried Selim, 'to punish such a monster as thou art.' They said no more, but at it they went. Despair lent courage to Blue Beard; love to Selim; while poor Fatima sat trembling on the floor. At length Selim prevailed: for running Blue Beard through the body, he laid him breathless on the floor.
He now went to Fatima, who was fainting, and taking her in his arms, carried her to the window to give her air.
In the mean time his brother had overcome the slaves, who were not sorry to hear of Blue Beard's death.
Selim took possession of the Castle, gave the slaves their liberty, and married Fatima. Selim's brother fell in love with and married Irene, and they all lived together happily.
Cruel Blue Beard being dead
And those lovers in his stead,
Time goes merrily along,
Now a dance, and then a song:
for whenever true love's found,
Joy and pleasure will abound.
By the poor around they're blest,
By the rich around carest;
Guilt may leave behind its stings,
Nought but comfort virtue brings.
Transcriber's Note
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