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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit The Book of Dragons — VII. THE FIERY DRAGON, or THE HEART OF STONE AND THE HEART OF GOLD (1901)

Sabrinetta stroked the pig, because Elfin had no hands for stroking or for anything else.
"The only cure for a dragon burn," said the old nurse, "is pig's fat, and well that faithful creature knows it——"
"I wouldn't for a kingdom," cried Elfin, stroking the pig as best he could with his elbow.
"Is there no other cure?" asked the Princess.
Here another pig put its black nose in at the door, and then another and another, till the room was full of pigs, a surging mass of rounded blackness, pushing and struggling to get at Elfin, and grunting softly in the language of true affection.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit The Book of Dragons — VII. THE FIERY DRAGON, or THE HEART OF STONE AND THE HEART OF GOLD (1901)

For the dragon—instead of behaving as a quarry should, and running away—ran straight at the pack, and the Prince, on his elephant, had the mortification of seeing his prize pack swallowed up one by one in the twinkling of an eye, by the dragon they had come out to hunt. The dragon swallowed all the hippopotamuses just as a dog swallows bits of meat.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit The Book of Dragons — VII. THE FIERY DRAGON, or THE HEART OF STONE AND THE HEART OF GOLD (1901)

The Princess kissed them, and cried over them, and tore pieces of her silky-milky gown to tie them up with, and the two went back to the tower and told the nurse all about everything. And the pigs sat outside and waited.
"He is the bravest man in the world," said Sabrinetta. "He has saved the country and the little children; but, oh, his hands—his poor, dear, darling hands!"
Here the door of the room opened, and the oldest of the five and seventy pigs came in. It went up to Elfin and rubbed itself against him with little loving grunts.
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