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Title: The princess and Curdie
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: MacDonald, George, 1824-1905
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Publisher: Philadelphia London : J.B. Lippincott
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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IE princess he remembered, he never doubted it wasshe. For one thing, he knew that most girlswould have been frightened to see him there inthe 4ea(i of tne night, but like a true princess,and the princess he used to know, she walkedstraight on to meet him. As she came she low-ered the hand she had lifted, and laid the fore-finger of it upon her lips. Nearer and nearer,quite near, close up to him she came, thenstopped, and stood a moment looking at him. You are Curdie, she said. And you are the Princess Irene, he re-turned. Then we know each other still, she said, witha sad smile of pleasure. You will help me. That I will, answered Curdie. He did notsay, If I can; for he knew that what he wassent to do, that he could do. May I kiss yourhand, little princess? She was only between nine and ten, thoughindeed she looked several years older, and hereyes almost those of a grown woman, for shehad had terrible trouble of late. She held out her hand. I am not the little princess any more. I 178
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SHE HELD OUT HER HAND THE KINGS CHAMBER have grown up since I saw you last, Mr. Miner. The smile which accompanied the words had init a strange mixture of playfulness and sadness. So I see, Miss Princess, returned Curdie; and therefore, being more of a princess, youare the more my princess. Here I am, sent byyour great-great-grandmother, to be your ser-vant.— May I ask why you are up so late,princess? Because my father wakes so frightened,and I dont know what he would do if he didntfind me by his bedside. There! hes waking now. She darted off to the side of the bed she hadcome from. Curdie stood where he was. A voice altogether unlike what he rememberedof the mighty, noble king on his white horsecame from the bed, thin, feeble, hollow, andhusky, and in tone like that of a petulant child:— I will not, I will not. I am a king, and Iwill be a king. I hate you and despise you, andyou shall not torture me! Never mind them, father dear, said theprincess. I am here, and they shant touchy

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