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There was something about the poor, foolish painted face, as it looked up pleadingly, that gave it a momentary touch of beauty. “But they’re so slow at their lessons,” grumbled Joan. “One repeats it and repeats it; and then, when one feels that surely now at least one has drummed it into their heads, one finds they have forgotten all that one has ever said.”!
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