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"Yes, major," said he at length. "You shall learn my reason--at the trial." "And Dido?" "You've got to make butterflies of the wire-loops, you know, to hold the clay up, or it'll slump down off the iron headpiece soon as you get your head set up," explained her instructor in an agreeable tone. "It's easier to set up a head than a figure, I can tell you——".
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