"The king's son was always by her, and never ceased his
compliments and kind speeches to her. All this was so far from
being tiresome to her, and, indeed, she quite forgot what her
godmother had told her. She thought that it was no later
than eleven when she counted the clock striking twelve.
She jumped up and fled, as nimble as a deer. The prince followed,
but could not overtake her. She left behind one of her glass
slippers, which the prince picked up most carefully." - Charles Perrault
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