I never had even a real doll," she added, as she snuggled the flea-bitten head to her heart. ” “A little pit!” said Ann Veronica; “a little prison!” “It’s just as often a little refuge. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. The windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone.
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