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clearly proves to me that I cannot live without
you.'
Beauty had scarce uttered these words when the
castle became ablaze with lights before her eyes:
fireworks, music—all proclaimed a feast. But
these splendours were lost on her: she turned to
her dear Beast, still trembling for his danger.
Judge of her surprise now! At her feet she saw
no longer the Beast, who had disappeared, but a
prince, more beautiful than Love himself, who
thanked her for having put an end to his
enchantment. With good reason were her eyes
riveted upon the prince, but she asked him
nevertheless where the Beast had gone.
'You see him at your feet,' answered the prince.
'A wicked fairy condemned me to retain that
form until some beautiful girl should consent to
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