The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (10.1896)

By Vernon Lee

321

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to answer my que|
my soul, and then:
The priest nea|j
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prince, and now h:
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of both of us, I pi;
best of my power:


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into a profound sleep, from which he awaked in apparent pos-
session of his faculties.

“Then you are not the porphyry rhinoceros?” he said, very
slowly as his eye fell upon the priest; “ and this is my own dear
little room at Sparkling Waters, though I do not understand all
those candles. I thought it was the great hall in the Red
Palace, and that all those animals of precious marbles, and my

grandfather, the d’R^. L;~ 1-- "~J ~"1J ° beating

me and my tame =_ ^*1 jrIt was

terrible. But no'E ”

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