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Title: The pink fairy book
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912, ed
Subjects: Tales
Publisher: New York, London (etc.) Longmans, Green, and co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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Still more disturbed, he rushed to the burying ground,the only place that could tell him what he wished toknow. Here at any rate he would find out what it allmeant. And he was right. In a moment he stood be-fore the grave of his parents, and the date-written on thestone was almost exactly the date when they had losttheir son, and he had forsaken them for the Daughter ofthe Sea. And so he found that since he had left hishome, three hundred years had passed by. Shuddering with horror at his discovery he turnedback into the village street, hoping to meet some onewho could tell him of the days of old. But when theman spoke, he knew he was not dreaming, though he feltas if he had lost his senses. In despair he bethought him of the box which was URASCHIMATARO AND THE TURTLE 31 the gift of the princess. Perhaps after all this dreadfulthing was not true. He might be the victim of someenchanters spell, and in his hand lay the counter-charm.Almost unconsciously he opened it, and a purple vapour
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came pouring out. He held the empty box in his hand,and as he looked he saw that the fresh hand of youthhad grown suddenly shrivelled, like the hand of an old,old man. He ran to the brook, wliich flowed in aclear stream down from the mountain, and saw himself 32 URASCHIMATARO AND THE TURTLE reflected as in a mirror. It was the face of a mummywhich looked back at him. Wouuded to death, he creptback through the village, and no man knew the old, oldman to be the strong handsome youth who had run downthe street an hour before. So he toiled wearily back, tillhe reached the shore, and here he sat sadly on a rock,and called loudly on the turtle. But she never cameback an)^ more, but instead, death came soon, and sethim free. But before that happened, the people whosaw him sitting lonely on the shore had heard his stor)^,and when their children were restless they used to tellthem of the good son who from love to liis parents hadgiven up for their sakes the splendour and wonders ofthe palace i

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