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140 The Princess and the Goblin
must be—her great-great-grandmother's lamp, which guided her pigeons home through the darkest night! She jumped up: she had but |
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to keep that light in view, and she must find the house.
Her heart grew strong. Speedily, yet softly, she walked down the hill, hoping to pass the watching creature unseen. Dark as it was, there was little danger now of choosing the wrong |
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