So I am already no longer the girl you knew at Morningside Park. " "A miniature! Of whom?" "That I can't say," replied Jack, mysteriously. ‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other.
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