But to be for a century bound,
Beauty ate her supper with a good appetite. She had lost almost all her fear of the monster, but she almost died of fright, when he said, "Beauty, will you be my wife?",
They passed lightly on, for their steps ran in whispering echoes through the gallery, and often did Julia cast a fearful glance around..
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