The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him . `` We do n't know , '' answered the children ; `` he has gone away . '' `` You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow , '' said the Giant . But the children said that they did not know where he lived , and had never seen him before ; and the Giant felt very sad . Every afternoon , when school was over , the children came and played with the Giant . But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again . The Giant was very kind to all the children , yet he longed for his first little friend , and often spoke of him . `` How I would like to see him ! '' he used to say . Years went over , and the Giant grew very old and feeble . He could not play about any more , so he sat in a huge armchair , and watched the children at their games , and admired his garden . `` I have many beautiful flowers , '' he said ; `` but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all . '' One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing . He did not hate the Winter now , for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep , and that the flowers were resting . Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder , and looked and looked . It certainly was a marvellous sight . In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms . Its branches were all golden , and silver fruit hung down from them , and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved . Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy , and out into the garden . He hastened across the grass , and came near to the child .
And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger , and he XXXXX , `` Who hath dared to wound thee ? ''
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