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"
I
wish
you
all
good
luck
,
dear
Marionette
.
"
"
Good-by
,
Tunny
.
"
"
Good-by
,
Marionette
,
and
good
luck
.
"
"
When
shall
I
see
you
again
?
"
"
Who
knows
?
It
is
better
not
to
think
about
it
.
"
Pinocchio
,
as
soon
as
he
had
said
good-by
to
his
good
friend
,
the
Tunny
,
tottered
away
in
the
darkness
and
began
to
walk
as
well
as
he
could
toward
the
faint
light
which
glowed
in
the
distance
.
As
he
walked
his
feet
splashed
in
a
pool
of
greasy
and
slippery
water
,
which
had
such
a
heavy
smell
of
fish
fried
in
oil
that
Pinocchio
thought
it
was
Lent
.
The
farther
on
he
went
,
the
brighter
and
clearer
grew
the
tiny
light
.
On
and
on
he
walked
till
finally
he
found
--
I
give
you
a
thousand
guesses
,
my
dear
children
!
He
found
a
little
table
set
for
dinner
and
lighted
by
a
candle
stuck
in
a
glass
bottle
;
and
near
the
table
sat
a
little
old
man
,
white
as
the
snow
,
eating
live
fish
.
They
wriggled
so
that
,
now
and
again
,
one
of
them
slipped
out
of
the
old
man
's
mouth
and
escaped
into
the
darkness
under
the
table
.
At
this
sight
,
the
poor
Marionette
was
filled
with
such
great
and
sudden
happiness
that
he
almost
dropped
in
a
faint
.
He
wanted
to
laugh
,
he
wanted
to
cry
,
he
wanted
to
say
a
thousand
and
one
things
,
but
all
he
could
do
was
to
stand
still
,
stuttering
and
stammering
brokenly
.
At
last
,
with
a
great
effort
,
he
was
able
to
let
out
a
scream
of
joy
and
,
opening
wide
his
arms
he
threw
them
around
the
old
man
's
neck
.
"
Oh
,
Father
,
dear
Father
!
Have
I
found
you
at
last
?
Now
I
shall
never
,
never
leave
you
again
!
"
