LILITH A Fantasy Novel By George MacDonald - online book

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PREPARATION
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I Some of you may very possibly be killed! I said.
'I don't mind being killed !' cried one of the finest of the smaller boys: he rode a beautiful little bull, which galloped and jumped like a horse.
' don't either! I don't either !' came from all sides.
Then Lona, queen and mother and sister of them all, spoke from her big horse by my side:
'I would give my life,' she said, 'to have my mother ! She might kill me if she liked! I should just kiss her and die! '
' Come along, boys ! ' cried a girl. ' We're going to our mothers !'
A pang went through my heart.óBut I could not draw back; it would be moral ruin to the Little Ones !
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