` What ! Fanfaronade , ' said the Princess , sitting up and rubbing her eyes , ` is it possible that when I am here with you you can want anything else ? You ought to be thinking all the time how happy you are . ' ` Happy ! ' cried he ; ` say rather unhappy . I wish with all my heart that you were back in your dark tower again . ' ` Darling , do n't be cross , ' said the Princess . ' I will go and see if I can find some wild fruit for you . ' ' I wish you might find a wolf to eat you up , ' growled Fanfaronade . The Princess , in great dismay , ran hither and thither all about the wood , tearing her dress , and hurting her pretty white hands with the thorns and brambles , but she could find nothing good to eat , and at last she had to go back sorrowfully to Fanfaronade . When he saw that she came empty-handed he got up and left her , grumbling to himself . The next day they searched again , but with no better success . ` Alas ! ' said the Princess , ` if only I could find something for you to eat , I should not mind being hungry myself . ' ` No , I should not mind that either , ' answered Fanfaronade . ` Is it possible , ' said she , ` that you would not care if I died of hunger ? Oh , Fanfaronade , you said you loved me ! ' ` That was when we were in quite another place and I was not hungry , ' said he . ` It makes a great difference in one 's ideas to be dying of hunger and thirst on a desert island . ' At this the Princess was dreadfully vexed , and she sat down under a white rose bush and began to cry bitterly .
` Happy roses , ' she thought XXXXX herself , ` they have only to blossom in the sunshine and be admired , and there is nobody to be unkind to them . '
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