![]() ![]() Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers.Xnxx indian,xnxx. Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Her father would certainly beat her besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags. She dared not go home, for she had sold no matches, and could not take home even a penny of money. Where did the girl seek some shelter from the cold? How the fire burned! and seemed so beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them, when, lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand. It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass ornament. She drew one out-“scratch!” how it sputtered as it burnt! It gave a warm, bright light, like a little candle, as she held her hand over it. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. ![]() ![]() She had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not keep off the cold and In a corner, between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank down and huddled herself together. Lights were shining from every window, and there was a savoury smell of roast goose, for it was New-year’s eve-yes, she remembered that. Which day of the year was it in the story?ĭoes the author give us a glimpse into the Victorian society? Read the extract given below and answer the question that follow. She crept along trembling with cold and hunger-a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing! Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day no one had given her a single farthing. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. One slipper was nowhere to be found the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn so large were they and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. Most terribly cold it was it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening- the last evening of the year. ![]()
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