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History of the yellow dwarf (1852)

He could not help turning to look after his cow; but nono was to bo soon.
“Lord between us and harm!” said Mick: “He can't belong to this earth; but whero is the cow?” Mick went homeward muttering prayers, and holding fast the bottle.
At last Mick reached his heme. “ Oh! Mick, are you come back?” said his wife. “Sure you weren’t at Cork all the way? Where is the cow? Did you sell her? Tell us every thing about it.”
So Mick had nothing left but to tell the whole story of his meeting with the little man, and how he had told Mick that the bottle was the only thing for him.
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History of the yellow dwarf (1852)

Near a village called Roseville, in the South of France, dwelt an infirm aged woman, who had nothing to subsist on but the savings of former industry; her chief comfort was a grand-daughter, who resided with her parents, about three miles distant in a fertile valley. Her namo was Celia, but she was better known by that of Little Red Riding-Hood, from her grandmother having mado her one of cherry-coloured silk, which very much became her protty face and dolicato form.
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History of the yellow dwarf (1852)

Don't suspect this to be a contrivance of the Fairy's to try you, for I am an inveterate enemy both to her and the Yellow Dwarf, therefore, if you will have confidence in me, I will lend you my assistanco to procuro the release not only of yourself, but of All-Fair also."
She then cut down some sea-rushes, and blowing upon them, said, "I order you not to stir off from this beach till the Desert Fairy comes and takes you away. Whereupon a skin grew soon over the rashes, and they became an inanimate likeness of the King of the Golden Mines.
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