Oppressed with sleepiness, she went to bed and was snuggling down in the perfumed sheets when her eyes fell on the little table by the bedside. Someone had set a cup of hot chocolate there; half asleep, she reached out her hand for it and drank it. Her eyes closed and she fell into a delicious slumber where she dreamed of her lover, a prince as handsome as the God of Love in picture-books, and when he spoke it was with a voice that went straight to her heart.
Arthur Quiller-Couch, "Beauty and the Beast" from The Sleeping Beauty and Other Fairy Tales from the Old French (1910)
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