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Portrait of Dinah Craik Dinah Craik The Little Lame Prince and His Travelling-Cloak…

There came into his head, somehow or other, a proverb that his nurse had taught him—the people of Nomansland were very fond of proverbs:
"For every evil under the sun There is a remedy, or there's none; If there is one, try to find it— If there isn't, never mind it." "I wonder is there a remedy now, and could I find it?" cried the Prince, jumping up and looking out of the window.
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Portrait of Dinah Craik Dinah Craik The Little Lame Prince and His Travelling-Cloak…

As soon as she heard of the death and burial of the King and of the changes that were taking place in the country, a daring idea came into her head—to set upon the throne of Nomansland its rightful heir. Thereupon she persuaded the deaf-mute to take her away with him, and they galloped like the wind from city to city, spreading everywhere the news that Prince Dolor's death and burial had been an invention concocted by his wicked uncle that he was alive and well, and the noblest young prince that ever was born.
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Portrait of Dinah Craik Dinah Craik The Little Lame Prince and His Travelling-Cloak…

So he looked with tender farewell on his old books, old toys, the furniture he knew so well, and the familiar plain in all its levelness—ugly yet pleasant, simply because it was familiar.
"It will be a new life in a new world," said he to himself; "but I'll remember the old things still. And, oh! if before I go I could but once see my dear old godmother."
While he spoke he had laid himself down on the bed for a minute or two, rather tired with his grandeur, and confused by the noise of the trumpets which kept playing incessantly down below.
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