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Title: The adventures of Peter Peterkin
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Bear, Gilly Gabriel, Gilbert W
Subjects: Children's stories Whales
Publisher: New York : Sam'l Gabriel Sons & Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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e, where the dew wasgathering in gray, cobwebby streaks upon the chilly walls. Then softly—as softly as the coming of the dew—therewas a pitter-patter of light footsteps at the end of the hall.Someone was stealing down the mossy steps. Someone wasapproaching. He seized the bars with tightening fingers.His breath came fast. Yes, yes, it was The princess! He could hardly see her in the darkness of the hall. Hecould scarcely recognize the blue of her gown and the glintof her golden hair. But he heard the jingle of many keysin her hand and the creak of the lock, as she tried each key. . . and failed! Oh, this one will open it, she whispered, each time.Oh, this one must! Then, at last, she came to the last key in her hand. Shethrust it into the hole: it fitted perfectly. She turned it—snap! The lock flew open. Peterkin hunched his back and 66 THE ADVENTURES OF PETERKIN pushed against the bars. He was in the hall now—and free!Neither he nor the little princess said a word for a long
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moment. Then she took his hand and placed into it a littlevial of purple liquid. Guard this well, she warned him. It is the Water of PETERKINS RESCUE 67 Bounceability. Whenever you wish to leap over greatheights, you have only to sip a little of it and then to bouncehigh up and away. And, alas, you have many heights toleap ere you are back in my royal fathers favor. He is soangry at you for having brought his arch-enemy into thecity that he has ordered your death at midnight. The hang-man is already plaiting his rope and the carpenters ham-mering at a high scaffold. So follow me quickly to thecitys edge, where none will find you. Peterkin was close at her heels, all the dark way.Through pitchy tunnels she led him, far under the cellarsof the city; through narrow cave-like passages, heavy withreeking gases, until at last they came up into an open space,where the woods came down from the slopes of black hillsto meet the streets and houses. It was the furthermost edgeof the city. *T must

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