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| A Sheet Of Snow-White Paper |
| Said a sheet of
snow-white paper, "Pure was I created, and pure will I remain for
ever. I would rather be burnt and turn to white ashes than suffer
darkness to touch me or the unclean to come near me." The ink-bottle heard what the paper was saying, and it laughed in its dark heart; but it never dared to approach her. And the multicoloured pencils heard her also, and they too never came near her. And the snow-white sheet of paper did remain pure and chaste for ever, pure and chaste -- and empty. |
