Beauty would have enjoyed the journey if it were BEAUTY
not for the dreadful prospect of the Beast at the AND THE
end of it. Her father constantly urged her to BEAST

dismount and turn back, but she would not hearken

to this.

At last they reached the avenue of orange trees,

and then a wonderful sight was seen. Every

orange was like a globe of light; the oranges were

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deep yellow, and the lemons pale yellow, and all
shone like lamps. Moreover, beautiful lights
played about the palace, and sweet music mur-
mured among the trees.

‘The Beast must be very hungry,’ said Beauty, ‘if
he makes such rejoicing over getting such a little
mouthful as myself.’

The horse now stopped at the foot of the flight of

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