"And yet _you_ won't believe _me_, Curdie?" expostulated the
princess,
now fairly crying with vexation, and sorrow at the gulf between her
and
Curdie.
"No. I _can't_, and I can't help it," said Curdie, turning to leave the
room.
"What _shall_ I do, grandmother?" sobbed the princess, turning her
face
round upon the lady's bosom, and shaking with suppressed sobs.
"You must give him time," said her grandmother; "and you must be
content
not to be believed for a while. It is very hard to bear; but I have had
to bear it, and shall have to bear it many a time yet. I will take care
of what Curdie thinks of you in the end. You must let him go now."
"You are not coming, are you?" asked Curdie.
"No, Curdie; my grandmother says I must let you go. Turn to the right
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