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My father upon this raised his hands in supplication,crying:'master,master,leave my Nathaniel his eyes!'
Whereupon Coppelius answered with a shrill laugh:'Well,let the lad have his eyes and do his share of the world's crying,but we will examine the mechanism of his hands and feet.'


trans.by John Oxenford

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