Beauty and the Beast, and Tales of Home by Bayard Taylor
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Although Prince Alexis had gained considerably in the race, such violent exercise, after a heavy dinner, deprived him of breath. He again cried,-- "Stop!" "But the merchant answered,-- "No, Highness! You may come to me, but I will not go to you." "Oh, the villian!" growled the Prince, in a hoarse whisper, for he had no more voice. The pond cut of all further pursuit. Hastily kicking off his loose boots, the merchant plunged into the water, rather than encounter the princely whip, which already began to crack and snap in fierce anticipation. Prince Alexis kicked off his boots and followed; the pond gradually deepened, and in a minute the tall merchant stood up to his chin in the icy water, and his short pursuer likewise but out of striking distance. The latter coaxed and entreated, but the victim kept his ground. "You lie, Highness!" he said, boldly. "If you want me, come to me." "Ah-h-h!" roared the Prince, with chattering teeth, "what a stubborn rascal you are! Come here, and I give you my word that I will not hurt you. Nay,"--seeing that the man did not move,--"you shall dine with me as often as you please. You shall be my friend; |
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