There was once a very proud boy. He always walked through the village with his eyes turned down and his hands in his pockets. The boys used to stare at him and say nothing, and when he was out of sight, they breathed freely. So the proud boy was lonely, and would have had no friends outside if it had not been for two stray dogs, the green trees, and a flock of geese upon the common.
One day, just by the weaver's cottage, he met the tailor's son. Now the tailor's son made more noise than any other boy in the village, and when he had done anything wrong he stuck to it, and said he didn't

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There was once a very proud boy. He always walked through the village with his eyes turned down and his hands in his pockets. The boys used to stare at him and say nothing, and when he was out of sight, they breathed freely. So the proud boy was lonely, and would have had no friends outside if it had not been for two stray dogs, the green trees, and a flock of geese upon the common.
     One day, just by the weaver's cottage, he met the tailor's son. Now the tailor's son made more noise than any other boy in the village, and when he had done anything wrong he stuck to it, and said he didn't

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