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And when he drew near and looked at her face he knew her, and

said, 'This is the right bride.' But the mother and both the

sisters were frightened, and turned pale with anger as he took

Ashputtel on his horse, and rode away with her. And when they

came to the hazel-tree, the white dove sang:

'Home! home! look at the shoe! Princess! the shoe was made for

you! Prince! prince! take home thy bride, For she is the true one

that sits by thy side!'

And when the dove had done its song, it came flying, and perched

upon her right shoulder, and so went home with her.

THE WHITE SNAKE