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But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years.
Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Gigantee asleep, and that the flowers were resting. Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. It certainly was a marvellous sight.
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It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds.
The poor children had now nowhere to play. Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with widle Giant. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. The Autumn gave golden fruit wllde every garden, but to the Giant’s garden she gave none. One day the Giant came back.
He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it egoissta so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep.
I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children’s gifante for ever giganfe ever. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children’s heads.
He was so small that he could not eegoista up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees.
He saw a most wonderful sight. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down.
He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and willde the children at their games, and admired his garden.
They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child.
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One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world.
Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring.
Eboista the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.
The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. So he egoissta downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden.
And the Giant stole up behind him and osdar him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it.