Eugenio Cherubini

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Eugenio Cherubini Pinocchio in Africa

The boy’s eyes shone.
“Well, can it be done?” asked the marionette.
“Nothing more simple, your majesty,” replied Marameho. “I know of a plant, the fruit of which will serve our purpose.”
“When can we get this wonderful dye?”
“To-day, if your majesty will permit me to absent myself for a short time,” replied Marameho with great respect.
“Go, go at once,” ordered the marionette, greatly delighted. “But wait; there is something more. We are alone and may drop our titles. Your majesty, your highness, weary me to death. Call me plain Pinocchio, and I will call you my dear Marameho.”
Source: Gutenberg

Eugenio Cherubini Pinocchio in Africa

He would have gone straight into the deep mouth of an African lion which was ready to devour him at one gulp.
“Oh, mercy!” cried the marionette. And the lion gave another dreadful roar which seemed to say: “Mercy indeed! I have you now, you little thief.”
“Dear lion,” pleaded Pinocchio, “have pity on a poor orphan lad who is nearly starving!”
The lion roared still louder. “Who has given you permission to take what belongs to another without having earned it by useful and honest work? In this world he who does not work must starve.”
Source: Gutenberg

Eugenio Cherubini Pinocchio in Africa

His tears fell fast, and sobs rent his heart.
“If I should die, here in this gloomy place! If I should die of weariness, of hunger, of fear! To die a marionette without having had the happiness of becoming a real boy!”
He wept bitterly, and yet his troubles had scarcely begun. Even while his tears were flowing down his cheeks and into the dark water, he heard prolonged howls. At the same time he saw lights moving to and fro, as if driven by the wind.
“What in the world is this? Who is carrying those lanterns?” asked Pinocchio, continuing to sob.
Source: Gutenberg

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