'
'But I do not know those trees.'
'Neither do you know this poplar that you have just been lamenting.'
'But at least I see it.'
'You can as easily see all those that surround it. Look at this one,
how strong and how straight it is!'
'Oh, what a fine oak! I do not think my arms could reach round it.
See, papa, how high it is, and those three great branches which grow
from it look like large trees.'
'It must be sixty or seventy years old: it will grow at least twenty
more.'
'How enormous it will be then! I hope I shall see it.'
'But if it should be burned in the meantime?'
'I should be very sorry, now that I know it.'
'You would, then, only spare those trees from the fire which have
come under your own particular notice: this is too common a case.
Would it give you more pleasure to see this one burning?' said
Monsieur D'Ambly, as he showed him another, divided into four
enormous trunks, which shot from the same root.
'No, indeed. Look, it makes quite an arbour.
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