” “I can’t imagine what makes you fly out against everything like this,” said Miss Stanley to her niece. . Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter.
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