Chapter 35

           Pinocchio,assoonashehadsaidgood-bytohisgoodfriend,theTunny,totteredawayinthedarknessandbegantowalkaswellashecouldtowardthefaintlightwhichglowedinthedistance. 

           Ashewalkedhisfeetsplashedinapoolofgreasyandslipperywater,whichhadsuchaheavysmelloffishfriedinoilthatPinocchiothoughtitwasLent. 

           Thefartheronhewent,thebrighterandclearergrewthetinylight. Onandonhewalkedtillfinallyhefound--Igiveyouathousandguesses,mydearchildren!Hefoundalittletablesetfordinnerandlightedbyacandlestuckinaglassbottle; andnearthetablesatalittleoldman,whiteasthesnow,eatinglivefish.Theywriggledsothat,nowandagain,oneofthemslippedoutoftheoldman’smouthandescapedintothedarknessunderthetable. 

           Atthissight,thepoorMarionettewasfilledwithsuchgreatandsuddenhappinessthathealmostdroppedinafaint.Hewantedtolaugh,hewantedtocry,hewantedtosayathousandandonethings,butallhecoulddowastostandstill,stutteringandstammeringbrokenly. Atlast,withagreateffort,hewasabletoletoutascreamofjoyand,openingwidehisarmshethrewthemaroundtheoldman’sneck. 

           "Oh,Father,dearFather!HaveIfoundyouatlast?NowIshallnever,neverleaveyouagain!" 

           "Aremyeyesreallytellingmethetruth?"answeredtheoldman,rubbinghiseyes."AreyoureallymyowndearPinocchio?" 

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