--- title: The Dryad, part 2 — Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen · full text with trees · page 2 description: The Dryad, part 2, «Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen» by H. C. Andersen: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: People appeared with spades and poles; they dug round the roots of the tree, deeper and deeper, and beneath it. --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/page/2/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/) / The Dryad, part 2 # The Dryad, part 2 · page 2 [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/) **2** - [101](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/101/) — Now lanterns shed their radiance abroad; now the gas had the upper hand; suddenly a rocket rises! - [102](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/102/) — Whence? - [103](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/103/) — Whither? - [104](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/104/) — Here are sounds of soft Italian melodies; yonder, Spanish songs are sung, accompanied by the rattle of the castanets; but strongest of all, and predominating over the rest, the street-organ tunes of the moment, the exciting "Can-Can" music, which Orpheus never knew, and which was never heard by the "Belle Helene." - [105](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/105/) — Even the barrow was tempted to hop upon one of its wheels. - [106](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/106/) — The Dryad danced, floated, flew, changing her color every moment, like a humming-bird in the sunshine; each house, with the world belonging to it, gave her its own reflections. - [107](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/107/) — As the glowing lotus-flower, torn from its stem, is carried away by the stream, so the Dryad drifted along. - [108](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/108/) — Whenever she paused, she was another being, so that none was able to follow her, to recognize her, or to look more closely at her. - [109](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/109/) — Like cloud-pictures, all things flew by her. - [110](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/110/) — She looked into a thousand faces, but not one was familiar to her; she saw not a single form from home. - [111](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/111/) — Two bright eyes had remained in her memory. - [112](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/112/) — She thought of Mary, poor Mary, the ragged merry child, who wore the red flowers in her black hair. - [113](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/113/) — Mary was now here, in the world-city, rich and magnificent as in that day when she drove past the house of the old clergyman, and past the tree of the Dryad, the old oak. - [114](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/114/) — Here she was certainly living, in the deafening tumult. - [115](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/115/) — Perhaps she had just stepped out of one of the gorgeous carriages in waiting. - [116](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/116/) — Handsome equipages, with coachmen in gold braid and footmen in silken hose, drove up. - [117](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/117/) — The people who alighted from them were all richly-dressed ladies. - [118](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/118/) — They went through the opened gate, and ascended the broad staircase that led to a building resting on marble pillars. - [119](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/119/) — Was this building, perhaps, the wonder of the world? - [120](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/120/) — There Mary would certainly be found. - [121](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/121/) — "Sancta Maria!" resounded from the interior. - [122](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/122/) — Incense floated through the lofty painted and gilded aisles, where a solemn twilight reigned. - [123](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/123/) — It was the Church of the Madeleine. - [124](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/124/) — Clad in black garments of the most costly stuffs, fashioned according to the latest mode, the rich feminine world of Paris glided across the shining pavement. - [125](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/125/) — The crests of the proprietors were engraved on silver shields on the velvet-bound prayer-books, and embroidered in the corners of perfumed handkerchiefs bordered with Brussels lace. - [126](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/126/) — A few of the ladies were kneeling in silent prayer before the altars; others resorted to the confessionals. - [127](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/127/) — Anxiety and fear took possession of the Dryad; she felt as if she had entered a place where she had no right to be. - [128](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/128/) — Here was the abode of silence, the hall of secrets. - [129](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/129/) — Everything was said in whispers, every word was a mystery. - [130](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/130/) — The Dryad saw herself enveloped in lace and silk, like the women of wealth and of high birth around her. - [131](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/131/) — Had, perhaps, every one of them a longing in her breast, like the Dryad? - [132](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/132/) — A deep, painful sigh was heard. - [133](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/133/) — Did it escape from some confessional in a distant corner, or from the bosom of the Dryad? - [134](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/134/) — She drew the veil closer around her; she breathed incense, and not the fresh air. - [135](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/135/) — Here was not the abiding-place of her longing. - [136](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/136/) — Away! away--a hastening without rest. - [137](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/137/) — The ephemeral fly knows not repose, for her existence is flight. — checked by a teacher - [138](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/138/) — She was out again among the gas candelabra, by a magnificent fountain. - [139](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/139/) — "All its streaming waters are not able to wash out the innocent blood that was spilt here." - [140](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/140/) — Such were the words spoken. - [141](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/25/141/) — Strangers stood around, carrying on a lively conversation, such as no one would have dared to carry on in the gorgeous hall of secrets whence the Dryad came. 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