| lpp_1943.127 |
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Then , taking my sheep out of his pocket , he buried himself in the contemplation of his treasure . |
| lpp_1943.1270 |
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In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead , his closed eyes , his locks of hair that trembled in the wind , and I said to myself : " What I see here is nothing but a shell . |
| lpp_1943.1271 |
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What is most important is invisible ... " |
| lpp_1943.1272 |
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As his lips opened slightly with the suspicious of a half - smile , I said to myself , again : " What moves me so deeply , about this little prince who is sleeping here , is his loyalty to a flower - - the image of a rose that shines through his whole being like the flame of a lamp , even when he is asleep ... " |
| lpp_1943.1273 |
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And I felt him to be more fragile still . |
| lpp_1943.1274 |
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I felt the need of protecting him , as if he himself were a flame that might be extinguished by a little puff of wind ... |
| lpp_1943.1275 |
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And , as I walked on so , I found the well , at daybreak . |
| lpp_1943.1276 |
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Chapter 25 . |
| lpp_1943.1277 |
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" Men , " said the little prince , " set out on their way in express trains , but they do not know what they are looking for . |
| lpp_1943.1278 |
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Then they rush about , and get excited , and turn round and round ... " |
| lpp_1943.1279 |
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And he added : " It is not worth the trouble ... " |