The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn't mind. Before there is any change, any real change, I shall be dead—dead—dead and finished—two hundred years!.
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