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🏆 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. “It would help, undoubtedly,” the girl answered. “I don’t see any other way of getting hold of them.”!

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