"I should like to know, signori," said the Fairy, turning to the three doctors gathered about Pinocchio's bed, "I should like to know if this poor Marionette is dead or
alive."
Whilst he was sitting there, he thought of his dearest mother, and wished that one of the king's principal servants would begin to speak of her, and would ask how it was faring with the queen in the tower, and if she were
alive still, or had perished.
But now, coming back to the world of reality, he had to make great mental efforts to take in that she was
alive and well, and that the creature squalling so desperately was his son.
"But a real horse is
alive, and trots and prances and eats oats, while this is nothing more than a dead horse, made of wood, and used to saw logs upon."
This was when Grandfather King was
alive. One day Cousin Ebenezer came up the hill and into the kitchen where all the family were.
"Yes, she was waiting for me...waiting for me erect and
alive, a real, living bride...as she hoped to be saved....And, when I...came forward, more timid than...a little child, she did not run away...no, no...she stayed...she waited for me....I even believe...daroga...that she put out her forehead...a little...oh, not much...just a little...
Monty
alive! He remembered the old man's passionate cry for life, for pleasure, to taste once more, for however short a time, the joys of wealth.
"But how do the paper dolls happen to be
alive?" asked Aunt Em.
If she had been Ben Weatherstaff she could have told whether the wood was
alive by looking at it, but she could only see that there were only gray or brown sprays and branches and none showed any signs of even a tiny leaf-bud anywhere.
'I am an enchanted Princess, and my father has promised that the man who releases me from the spell shall have the third of his kingdom while he is
alive, and the whole of it after he is dead, and marry me as well.
There they stood in the big empty field with the quiet corn shocks stand- ing in rows behind them and the red and yellow hills in the distance, and from being just two indif- ferent workmen they had become all
alive to each other.
I may say, in short, that I took part in that glorious expedition, promoted by this time to be a captain of infantry, to which honourable charge my good luck rather than my merits raised me; and that day- so fortunate for Christendom, because then all the nations of the earth were disabused of the error under which they lay in imagining the Turks to be invincible on sea-on that day, I say, on which the Ottoman pride and arrogance were broken, among all that were there made happy (for the Christians who died that day were happier than those who remained
alive and victorious) I alone was miserable; for, instead of some naval crown that I might have expected had it been in Roman times, on the night that followed that famous day I found myself with fetters on my feet and manacles on my hands.
