Playing With Pauses

Every afternoon, // as they were coming from school, // the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. // It was a large lovely garden with soft green grass. // Here and there // over the grass // stood beautiful flowers like stars, // and there were twelve peach-trees // that in the springtime // broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, // and in the autumn bore rich fruit. // The birds sat on the trees // and sang so sweetly // that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. // ‘How happy we are here!’ // They cried to each other. //

_One day // the Giant came back. // He had been to visit his friend // the Cornish Ogre, // and had stayed with him for seven years. // After the seven years were over // he had said all that he had to say, // for his conversation was limited, // and he determined to return to his own castle. // When he arrived // he saw the children playing in the garden.// _

‘What are you doing here?’ // he cried in a very gruff voice, // and the children // ran away. // ‘My own garden // is my own garden,’ // said the Giant; // ‘any one can understand that, // and I will allow nobody to play in it // but myself.’ // So he built a high wall all round it, // and put up a notice-board. // He was a very selfish Giant. //

// The birds sat on the trees // and sang so sweetly // that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. // ‘How happy we are here!’ // They cried to each other. //

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Every afternoon, // as they were coming from school, // the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. // It was a large lovely garden with soft green grass. // Here and there // over the grass // stood beautiful flowers like stars, // and there were twelve peach-trees // that in the springtime // broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, // and in the autumn bore rich fruit. // The birds sat on the trees // and sang so sweetly // that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. // ‘How happy we are here!’ // They cried to each other. //
One day // the Giant came back. // He had been to visit his friend // the Cornish Ogre, // and had stayed with him for seven years. // After the seven years were over // he had said all that he had to say, // for his conversation was limited, // and he determined to return to his own castle. // When he arrived // he saw the children playing in the garden. //
‘What are you doing here?’ // he cried in a very gruff voice, // and the children // ran away. //
// ‘My own garden // is my own garden,’ // said the Giant; // ‘any one can understand that, // and I will allow nobody to play in it // but myself.’ // So he built a high wall all round it, // and put up a notice-board. //
// He was a very selfish Giant. //

Every afternoon, // as they were coming from school, // the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. // It was a large lovely garden with soft green grass. // Here and there // over the grass // stood beautiful flowers like stars, // and there were twelve peach-trees // that in the springtime // broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, // and in the autumn bore rich fruit. // The birds sat on the trees // and sang so sweetly // that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. // ‘How happy we are here!’ // They cried to each other. //
One day // the Giant came back. // He had been to visit his friend // the Cornish Ogre, // and had stayed with him for seven years. // After the seven years were over // he had said all that he had to say, // for his conversation was limited, // and he determined to return to his own castle. // When he arrived // he saw the children playing in the garden. //
‘What are you doing here?’ // he cried in a very gruff voice, // and the children // ran away. //
// ‘My own garden // is my own garden,’ // said the Giant; // ‘any one can understand that, // and I will allow nobody to play in it // but myself.’ // So he built a high wall all round it, // and put up a notice-board. //
// He was a very selfish Giant. //

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Every afternoon, // as they were coming from school, // the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. // It was a large lovely garden with soft green grass. // Here and there // over the grass // stood beautiful flowers like stars, // and there were twelve peach-trees // that in the springtime // broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, // and in the autumn bore rich fruit. // The birds sat on the trees // and sang so sweetly // that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. // “How happy we are here!” // They cried to each other. //
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One day // the Giant came back. // He had been to visit his friend // the Cornish Ogre, // and had stayed with him for seven years. // After the seven years were over // he had said all that he had to say, // for his conversation was limited, // and he determined to return to his own castle. // When he arrived // he saw the children playing in the garden.//
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“What are you doing here?” // he cried in a very gruff voice, // and the children // ran away. // “My own garden // is my own garden,” // said the Giant; // “anyone can understand that, // and I will allow nobody to play in it // but myself.” // So he built a high wall all around it, // and put up a noticeboard. // He was a very selfish Giant. //
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Every afternoon, // as they were coming from school, // the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. // It was a large lovely garden with soft green grass//. Here and there// over the grass// stood beautiful flowers like stars,// and there were twelve peach-trees// that in the springtime //broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl,// and in the autumn bore rich fruit.// The birds sat on the trees// and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them.// ‘How happy we are here!’ //They cried to each other.

One day the Giant came back. //He had been to visit his friend// the Cornish Ogre,// and had stayed with him for seven years.// After the seven years were over// he had said all that he had to say,// for his conversation was limited,// and he determined to return to his own castle.// When he arrived// he saw the children playing in the garden.//

‘What are you doing here?’// he cried in a very gruff voice,// and the children ran away.// ‘My own garden// is my own garden,’ //said the Giant; //‘any one can understand that,// and I will allow nobody to play in it by myself.//’ So he built a high wall// all round it,// and put up a notice-board.

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