L. Frank Baum,
The Enchanted Island of Yew
(1903)
“ Prince Marvel looked into her sweet face with pitying eyes, and stepping quickly to her side, took her hand in his."Now drink!" he said, smiling upon her; "the poison will not hurt you."She drank obediently, while the dwarf chuckled with awful glee and the king looked on eagerly, expecting her to fall dead at his feet. But instead the girl stood upright and pressed Marvel's hand, looking gratefully into his face. ”
