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A little fat figure bounded into the glade. The elves and fairies disappeared immediately. “Who are you?” cried Richard. “I am the spirit who brings everything to a conclusion,” he answered. “All your parites; all your jolly treats have to come to an end, and I’m the man who does it— Avaunt! The dance is over!”

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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXI, 7 April 1926, Page 7

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A little fat figure bounded into the glade. The elves and fairies disappeared immediately. “Who are you?” cried Richard. “I am the spirit who brings everything to a conclusion,” he answered. “All your parites; all your jolly treats have to come to an end, and I’m the man who does it—Avaunt! The dance is over!” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXI, 7 April 1926, Page 7

A little fat figure bounded into the glade. The elves and fairies disappeared immediately. “Who are you?” cried Richard. “I am the spirit who brings everything to a conclusion,” he answered. “All your parites; all your jolly treats have to come to an end, and I’m the man who does it—Avaunt! The dance is over!” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXI, 7 April 1926, Page 7