автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Princess and the Goblin

George MacDonald

The rest of the his­tory of The Prin­cess and Cur­die must be kept for an­other volume.

I will go an find her. The house may fall, you know.”

I shall take good care, mother.

Now in the speech one of them made that night at their great gath­er­ing, of which I heard only a part, he said that peace would be se­cured for a gen­er­a­tion at least by the pledge the prince would hold for the good be­ha­viour of her re­l­at­ives: that’s what he said, and he must have meant the sun-wo­man the prince was to marry

“Have you, in­deed, my boy?” said Peter. “I am sure you de­serve some suc­cess; you have worked very hard for it. What have you found out?”

You ought at least to have held your tongue.”

In their own hearts they blamed them­selves for not hav­ing kept bet­ter watch.

“Oh, thank you, grand­mother! It’s pret­tier than any­thing I ever saw, ex­cept those—of all col­ours—in your—Please, is that your crown?”

“Yes, it is my crown. The stone in your ring is of the same sort—only not so good. It has only red, but mine have all col­ours, you see.”

I can’t tell you how he had come to know. I am sure Cur­die had not told him. Someone about the palace must have seen them, after all.

“Once might be too of­ten,” mur­mured the king to him­self, as he stroked his child’s head.