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Cuttle-fish in Indian Ocean.

From Half hours in the deep, London, 1875.

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Cuttle-fish in Indian Ocean.

From Half hours in the deep, London, 1875.

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Thursday, March 27, 2014
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Ice-wall of Antarctic sea.

From Half hours in the deep, London, 1875.

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Ice-wall of Antarctic sea.

From Half hours in the deep, London, 1875.

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Thursday, March 27, 2014
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Shark-fishing.

Frontispiece from Half hours in the deep, London, 1875.

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Shark-fishing.

Frontispiece from Half hours in the deep, London, 1875.

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Thursday, March 27, 2014
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Front cover from Half hours in the deep, London, 1875.

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Front cover from Half hours in the deep, London, 1875.

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Thursday, March 27, 2014
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Then the princess left the cave and wandered down to the sea-shore.

Walter Crane, from The necklace of Princess Fiorimonde and other stories , by Mary De Morgan, London, 1886.

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Then the princess left the cave and wandered down to the sea-shore.

Walter Crane, from The necklace of Princess Fiorimonde and other stories , by Mary De Morgan, London, 1886.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014
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If you will give me home in your oven I will see to the baking of your bread.

Walter Crane, from The necklace of Princess Fiorimonde and other stories , by Mary De Morgan, London, 1886.

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If you will give me home in your oven I will see to the baking of your bread.

Walter Crane, from The necklace of Princess Fiorimonde and other stories , by Mary De Morgan, London, 1886.

(Source: archive.org.)

Tuesday, March 25, 2014
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And ere they could stop her she had turned her palfrey’s head towards the prison window, and pushed her white arms through the bars to clasp the prince.

Walter Crane, from The necklace of Princess Fiorimonde and other stories , by Mary De Morgan, London, 1886.

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And ere they could stop her she had turned her palfrey’s head towards the prison window, and pushed her white arms through the bars to clasp the prince.

Walter Crane, from The necklace of Princess Fiorimonde and other stories , by Mary De Morgan, London, 1886.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014
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“‘Tis their daughter, Princess Joan,” said the wizard with a sigh. “But do not look at her, my son, for she will bring nothing but trouble to all who know her.”

Walter Crane, from The necklace of Princess Fiorimonde and other stories , by Mary De Morgan, London, 1886.

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“‘Tis their daughter, Princess Joan,” said the wizard with a sigh. “But do not look at her, my son, for she will bring nothing but trouble to all who know her.”

Walter Crane, from The necklace of Princess Fiorimonde and other stories , by Mary De Morgan, London, 1886.

(Source: archive.org.)

Tuesday, March 25, 2014