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A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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A FAERIE ROMANCE.                      205
for they were all of ebony, or ivory, or covered with silver-plates, or of some odorous wood, and very ornate; whereas this seemed of old oak, with heavy nails and iron studs. Notwithstanding the precipitation of my pursuit, I could not help reading, in silver letters beneath the lamp: " No one enters here toithout the leave of the Queen? But what was the Queen to me, when I followed my white lady ? I dashed the door to the wall, and sprang through. Lo! I stood on a waste windy hill. Great stones like tomb-stones stood all about me. No door, no palace was to be seen. A white figure gleamed past me, wringing her hands, and crying, " Ah ! you should have sung to me; you should have sung to me!" and disappeared behind one of the stones. I followed. A cold gust of wind met me from behind the stone; and when I looked, I saw nothing but a great hole in the earth, into which I could find no way of entering. Had she fallen in ? I could not tell. I must wait for the daylight. I sat down and wept, for there was no help.
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