A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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" Besides the look of the trees, the dog there is unhappy; and the eyes and ears of the white rabbit are redder than usual, and he frisks about as if he ex­pected some fun. If the cat were at home, she would have her back up; for the young fairies pull the sparks out of her tail with bramble thorns, and she knows when they are coming. So do I, in another way."
At this instant, a grey cat rushed in like a demon, and disappeared in a hole in the wall.
" There, I told you !" said the woman."
"But what of the ash-tree?" said I, returning once more to the subject. Here, however, the young woman, whom I had met in the morning, entered. A smile passed between the mother and daughter; and then the latter began to help her mother in little household duties.
" I should like to stay here till the evening," I said; "and then go on my journey, if you will allow me."
" You are welcome to do as you please; only it might be better to stay all night, than risk the dangers of the wood then. Where are you going?"
"Nay, that I do not know," I replied; "but I wish to see all that is to be seen, and therefore I should like to start just at sundown."
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