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“
What
do
you
mean
by
that
?
”
asked
the
cook
.
“
Why
,
it
stands
to
reason
,
”
answered
the
prince
“
that
if
you
wish
to
do
anything
wrong
,
the
best
thing
for
you
is
to
be
made
to
repent
of
it
.
”
“
I
see
,
”
said
the
cook
.
“
Well
,
I
think
you
may
venture
.
She
’
s
a
good
old
soul
.
”
“
Which
way
does
it
lie
from
here
?
”
asked
the
prince
.
She
gave
him
full
instructions
;
and
he
left
her
with
many
thanks
.
Being
now
refreshed
,
however
,
the
prince
did
not
go
back
to
the
cottage
that
day
:
he
remained
in
the
forest
,
amusing
himself
as
best
he
could
,
but
waiting
anxiously
for
the
night
,
in
the
hope
that
the
princess
would
again
appear
.
Nor
was
he
disappointed
,
for
,
directly
the
moon
rose
,
he
spied
a
glimmering
shape
far
across
the
glade
.
As
it
drew
nearer
,
he
saw
it
was
she
indeed
—
not
dressed
in
white
as
before
:
in
a
pale
blue
like
the
sky
,
she
looked
lovelier
still
.
He
thought
it
was
that
the
blue
suited
her
yet
better
than
the
white
;
he
did
not
know
that
she
was
really
more
beautiful
because
the
moon
was
nearer
the
full
.
In
fact
the
next
night
was
full
moon
,
and
the
princess
would
then
be
at
the
zenith
of
her
loveliness
.
The
prince
feared
for
some
time
that
she
was
not
coming
near
his
hiding
-
place
that
night
;
but
the
circles
in
her
dance
ever
widened
as
the
moon
rose
,
until
at
last
they
embraced
the
whole
glade
,
and
she
came
still
closer
to
the
trees
where
he
was
hiding
than
she
had
come
the
night
before
.
He
was
entranced
with
her
loveliness
,
for
it
was
indeed
a
marvellous
thing
.
All
night
long
he
watched
her
,
but
dared
not
go
near
her
.
He
would
have
been
ashamed
of
watching
her
too
,
had
he
not
become
almost
incapable
of
thinking
of
anything
but
how
beautiful
she
was
.
He
watched
the
whole
night
long
,
and
saw
that
as
the
moon
went
down
she
retreated
in
smaller
and
smaller
circles
,
until
at
last
he
could
see
her
no
more
.
Weary
as
he
was
,
he
set
out
for
the
old
woman
’
s
cottage
,
where
he
arrived
just
in
time
for
her
breakfast
,
which
she
shared
with
him
.
He
then
went
to
bed
,
and
slept
for
many
hours
.
When
he
awoke
the
sun
was
down
,
and
he
departed
in
great
anxiety
lest
he
should
lose
a
glimpse
of
the
lovely
vision
.
But
,
whether
it
was
by
the
machinations
of
the
swamp
-
fairy
,
or
merely
that
it
is
one
thing
to
go
and
another
to
return
by
the
same
road
,
he
lost
his
way
.
I
shall
not
attempt
to
describe
his
misery
when
the
moon
rose
,
and
he
saw
nothing
but
trees
,
trees
,
trees
.
