AS SHE TOUCHED FIONULA, LIR’S FAIR YOUNG DAUGHTER BECAME A BEAUTIFUL SNOW-WHITE SWAN _To face page_ 33 At the rising of the moon, Peterkin awoke, and laughed. He was in his little white bed near the open window, so that when a moonbeam wavered from amid the branches of the great poplar, falling suddenly upon his tangled curls and yellowing them with a ripple of pale gold, it was as though a living thing stole in out of the June night.…
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