My Own Fairy Book - online children's book

Fairy Adventures from Chronicles of Pantouflia By Andrew Lang

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Jean paused a few moments, and then struck into a green path which led through the wood. The path wound beneath dark pines; their top­most branches were red in the evening light, but the shade was black beneath them. Soon the path reached a little grassy glade, and there among cold, wet grasses was the Wishing Well. It was almost hidden by the grass, and looked very black, and cool, and deep. A tiny trickle of water flowed out of it, flowed down to join the Yarrow. The trees about it had scraps of rags and other things pinned to them, offerings made by the country people to the spirits of the well.
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