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स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें। · बैकस्पेस अक्षम — गलती के बाद भी जारी रखें।
But the figure of the woman was still more remarkable: she had
her petticoat turned up, filled with as much flour as it could
hold, and a little more; so that from time to time it flew over
the pavement. She was, indeed, a grotesque picture, with her arms
stretched out to encompass her burden, and staggering under its
weight, her bare legs were seen beneath it. The boy held with
both hands a basket full of bread on his head, but he was
detained behind his parents to pick up the loaves which were
constantly falling from it.
"If you let another fall, you ugly little dog--" said the mother,
in a rage.
"I don't let them fall; they fall of themselves. How can I help
it?" replied he.
"Eh! it's well for thee that my hands are full," resumed the
woman.
"Come, come," said the man, "now that we have a little plenty,
let us enjoy it in peace."
स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें।
शुरू नहीं हुआ