\"God, it's too curly for a brush. \" Obediently, Lucia rose from her seated position on the bed and approached the baby and the mother in wonderment. "Good bye!" cried Mrs. " "May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. ” Anna stood up. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom.
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