” Anna nodded. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. "Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her. " CHAPTER XV.
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