Arthur Quiller-Couch,
The sleeping beauty and other fairy tales from the old French…
(1910)
“ With the last stroke of twelve, coach and footmen had whisked away, and poor Cinderella, barefoot now as well as in rags, panted homeward over roads where the flints cut her until she bled, and the owls and great moths blundered out of the bushes against her face. ”
