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The wicked Feintise had just returned to her
little cottage after discoursing with the
Queen-Mother upon her projects. She was too

uneasy to sleep quietly. She heard the sweet
singing of the apple, that nothing in nature
could equal. She felt sure that it had been
obtained! She cried, she groaned, she
scratched her face, she tore her hair; her grief
was excessive, for instead of doing harm to
these lovely children, as she intended, she did
them good by all her perfidious counsels. As
soon as it was day she learned but too truly

that the Prince had returned. She went to the
Queen-Mother. "Well, Feintise," said this
Princess, "dost thou bring me good news?

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