“To the best of my belief, I have not a single English acquaintance in the city. There! You are trying to take your hand away. She loved to be told to do things. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. I just want him, and no one else will do. It runs about gayly, it romps, it is bright and pretty, it has enormous quantities of soft hair and more power of expressing affection than its brothers. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. They were in different key, they had a different timbre. It was the sing-song girl idea, magnified many diameters.
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