Title: The princess and Curdie Year: 1908 (1900s) Authors: MacDonald, George, 1824-1905 Subjects: 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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Text Appearing Before Image: against his legs. Now there was one little thatched house thatstood squeezed in between two tall gables, andthe sides of the two great houses shot out proj ect-ing windows that nearly met across the roof ofthe little one, so that it lay in the street like adolls house. In this house lived a poor oldwoman, with a grandchild. And because shenever gossiped or quarrelled, or chaffered in themarket, but went without what she could notafford, the people called her a witch, and wouldhave done her many an ill turn if they had notbeen afraid of her. Now while Curdie was look-ing in another direction the door opened, and outcame a little dark-haired, black-eyed, gipsy-look-ing child, and toddled across the market-placetowards the outcasts. The moment they saw hercoming, Lina lay down flat on the road, and withher two huge forepaws covered her mouth, whileCurdie went to meet her, holding out his arms.The little one came straight to him, and held upher mouth to be kissed. Then she took him by 144

Text Appearing After Image: SO HE SET HER ON LINAS BACK, HOLDING HER HAND THE DOGS OF GWYNTYSTORM the hand, and drew him towards the house, andCurdie yielded to the silent invitation. Butwhen Lina rose to follow, the child shrunk fromher, frightened a little. Curdie took her up, andholding her on one arm, patted Lina with theother hand. Then the child wanted also to patdoggy, as she called her by a right bountifulstretch of courtesy, and having once patted her,nothing would serve but Curdie must let her havea ride on doggy. So he set her on Linas back,holding her hand, and she rode home in merrytriumph, all unconscious of the hundreds of eyesstaring at her foolhardiness from the windowsabout the market-place, or the murmur of deepdisapproval that rose from as many lips. At thedoor stood the grandmother to receive them. Shecaught the child to her bosom with delight at hercourage, welcomed Curdie, and showed no dreadof Lina. Many were the significant nods ex-changed, and many a one said to another that thedevil an

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