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THE STORY WITHOUT AN END
indeed, that, ‘pride goeth before a fall,’ resigned myself to my fate, and, as I had already laid aside all my unhappy pride in the cloud, my portion was now the salt of humility; and after undergoing many purifications from the hidden virtues of metals and minerals, I was at length permitted to come up once more into the free, cheerful air, and now will I run back to my sisters, and there wait patiently till I am called to something better.”
But hardly had she done, when the root of a forget-me-not caught the drop of water by her hair and sucked her in, that she might become a
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