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“Hush Hattie!" I said, intoxicated with my success. "I don't want to go to my room. Everyone must know I shan't marry the prince." I ran to the door to our street, opened it, and called out into the night, "I shan't marry the prince." I turned back into the hall and ran to Char and threw my arms about his neck. "I shan't marry you." I kissed his cheek. He was safe from me.”

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Gail Carson Levine
Gail Carson Levine

Gail Carson Levine is an American children's literature author, known for her beloved fairy tales that blend traditional elements with modern narrative techniques. more

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