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I’m convinced that much of Russell’s investigations are on wrong lines, unsound lines. The world isn't real yet; she hasn't comparisons by which to govern her acts. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian.
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