"We were two daughters of one race; She was the fairest in the face; The wind is sighing in turret and tree. I hated her with the hate of hell, Therefore revenge became me well. Oh, but she was fair to see!"--TENNYSON. "I'm as tall as you, mamma, and I only look small because my dresses are too short. I wish you would let out the tucks to hide my ankles--there now!"…
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