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PRINCESS AND MICROBE
her life, and her cheeks flushed deep red. Overhead sang thrush and sparrow, and a little breeze came and played with her floating hair. Suddenly the Knight reached out and took the white hand in his and kissed it.
"Why did you do that?" asked the Princess softly. "To comfort me for not being a boy?"
"No," growled the sick man.
"Then why?" she persisted, drawing it away.
"Oh, I can't tell you," he groaned, "until I know whether I shall get well of this beastly wound."
But the Princess, taking both hands to arrange the wet handkerchief, suddenly found them prisoned and covered with kisses.
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