A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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A FAERIE ROMANCE.                        81
band comes in, not to say a word about these things; for he thinks me even half crazy for believing any­thing of the sort. But I must believe my senses, as he cannot believe beyond his, which give him no intimations of this kind. I think he could spend the whole of Midsummer-eve in the wood and come back with the report that he saw nothing worse than himself. Indeed, good man, he would hardly find anything better than himself, if he had seven more senses given him."
" But tell me how it is that she could be so beau­tiful without any heart at all—without any place even for a heart to live in."
" I cannot quite tell," she said; " but I am sure she would not look so beautiful if she did not take means to make herself look more beautiful than she is. And then, you know, you began by being in love with her before you saw her beauty, mistaking her for the lady of the marble—another kind altogether, I should think. But the chief thing that makes her beautiful is this: that, although she loves no man, she loves the love of any man; and when she finds one in her power, her desire to bewitch him and gain his love, (not for the sake of his love either, but that she may .be conscious anew of her own beauty, through the
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