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A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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88                               PHANTASTES:
tures spend whole nights in it, at certain seasons of the year. I am used to it, and do not mind it. No more does my little girl, who sleeps in it always. But this room looks southward towards the open country, and they never show themselves here; at least I never saw any."
I was somewhat sorry not to gather any experience that I might have, of the inhabitants of Fairy Land; but the effect of the farmer's company, and of my own later adventurers, was such, that I chose rather an undisturbed night in my more human quarters; which, with their clean white curtains and white linen, were very inviting to my weariness.
In the morning, I awoke refreshed, after a pro­found and dreamless sleep. The sun was high, when I looked out of the window, shining over a wide, undulating, cultivated country. Various gar­den-vegetables were growing beneath my window. Everything was radiant with clear sunlight. The dew-drops were sparkling their busiest; the cows in a near-by field were eating as if they had not been at it all day yesterday; the maids were sing­ing at their work as they passed to and fro between the out-houses: I did not believe in Fairy Land. I
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