he was unwilling to compel his daughter to wed against her will, and as she refused their suit, he advised them to return to their palaces and forget all about the wood-cutter's daughter. They tried to follow his advice but found it impossible to blot the fair image from their hearts, so, finally, comforting themselves with the thought that she must in the end wed some one, back they came through storm and sunshine, heat and cold, hovering near the palace gardens like moths around a fire that will surely scorch their wings.
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