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Updated: May 16, 2025
The bottle got hotter and hotter in Elfin's hands, because the dragon inside was puffing fire and smoke with all his might hotter and hotter and hotter but Elfin held on till they came to the cliff edge, and there was the dark blue sea, and the whirlpool going around and around.
But Sabrinetta threw her arms round Elfin's neck, and held him as though she would never let him go. "Then it's all right, my dear, brave, precious Elfin," she cried, "for I am a Princess, and you shall be my Prince. Come along, Nurse don't wait to put on your bonnet. We'll go and be married this very moment." So they went, and the pigs came after, moving in stately blackness, two by two.
And, the minute he was married to the Princess, Elfin's hands got quite well. And the people, who were weary of Prince Tiresome and his hippopotamuses, hailed Sabrinetta and her husband as rightful Sovereigns of the land. Next morning the Prince and Princess went out to see if the dragon had been washed ashore.
The numerous party which then honoured the Chateau with their presence were out, as he conceived, on a picnic excursion to the Elfin's Well, a beautiful spot about ten miles off; and among the adventurers were, as he imagined, Mrs. Felix Lorraine and Mr. Cleveland.
Lorraine, I have no wish. I have spoken thus explicitly that we may not again misunderstand each other. I have spoken thus explicitly, I say, that I may not be under the necessity of speaking again, for if I speak again it must not be to Mrs. Felix Lorraine. There is my hand; and now let the Elfin's Well be blotted out of our memories."
"I can see no reason why I should not drive you this bright day to the Elfin's Well; we have long had an engagement to go there." The lady smiled a gracious assent: the pony phaeton was immediately ordered. "How pleasant Lady Courtown and I used to discourse about martingales! I think I invented one, did not I? Pray, Mrs.
The road to the Elfin's Well ran through the wildest parts of the park; and after an hour and a half's drive they reached the fairy spot. It was a beautiful and pellucid spring, that bubbled up in a small wild dell, which, nurtured by the flowing stream, was singularly fresh and green. Above the spring had been erected a Gothic arch of grey stone, round which grew a few fine birch-trees.
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