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dear-result-monthly-chart is He stopped abruptly with a sudden tightening of the lips. Joan followed his eyes. Mrs. Phillips had swallowed the smoke and was giggling and spluttering by turns. The yellow ostrich feather had worked itself loose and was rocking to and fro as if in a fit of laughter of its own. The painted doll that the child fancied! the paint washed off and the golden hair all turned to drab? Could one be sure of “getting used to it,” of “liking it better?” And the poor bewildered doll itself! How could one expect to make of it a statue: “The Woman of the People.” One could only bruise it..

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🏆 “No,” she answered with a laugh, “no matter what happens, I shall always want to be in it.” Joan shot a glance from over her cup. The poor puzzled face was staring into the fire. Joan could almost hear him saying it.!

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