George MacDonald

George MacDonald

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Portrait of George MacDonald George MacDonald,  Phantastes — Chapter VII (1858)

“ I did not believe in Fairy Land. I went down, and found the family already at breakfast. But before I entered the room where they sat, the little girl came to me, and looked up in my face, as though she wanted to say something to me. I stooped towards her; she put her arms round my neck, and her mouth to my ear, and whispered—
"A white lady has been flitting about the house all night."
"No whispering behind doors!" cried the farmer; and we entered together. "Well, how have you slept? No bogies, eh?"
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Portrait of George MacDonald George MacDonald,  Phantastes — Chapter VII (1858)

“ I replied; nor could I have given a more definite answer. "Does the forest extend much further in that direction?"
"Oh! for miles and miles; I do not know how far. For although I have lived on the borders of it all my life, I have been too busy to make journeys of discovery into it. Nor do I see what I could discover. It is only trees and trees, till one is sick of them. By the way, if you follow the eastward track from here, you will pass close to what the children say is the very house of the ogre that Hop-o'-my-Thumb visited, and ate his little daughters with the crowns of gold."
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