A Children's Fantasy Book By George MacDonald - illustrated version.

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URDIE went homef pondering much, and told everything to his father and mother. As the old princess had said, it was now their turn to find what they heard hard to believe. If they had not been able to trust Curdie himself, they would have refused to believe more than the half of what he reported, then they would have re­fused that half too, and at last would most likely for a time have disbelieved in the very existence of the princess, what evidence their own senses had given them notwithstanding. For he had nothing conclusive to show in proof of what he told them. When he held out his hands to them, his mother said they looked as if he had been washing them with soft soap, only they did smell o* something nicer than that, and she must allow it was more like roses than anything else she knew. His father could not see any difference upon his hands, but then it was
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