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"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 Madhuri Noah C:\Users\MNoah\Documents\The Princess and the Goblin1.docx Page 223 of 634