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A second match was struck against the wallï¼ it kindles and blazed, and wherever its light fell the wall became transparent as a veil. The little girl could see into the room within. She saw the table spread with a snow-white damask cloth, whereon were ranged shining china-dishesï¼ the roast goose stuffed with apples and dried plums stood at one end, smoking hot, and which was pleasantest of all to seeï¼the goose, with knife and fork still in her breast, jumped down from the dish, and waddled along the floor right up to the poor child. The match was burnt out, and only the thick, hard wall was beside her.
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