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ARMY SWEATER: full of tears and of thoughts, gazing shiningly and imploringly at them, and understood that it was useless and even cruel to insist. "At least, change your coiffure," said the little princess. "Didn't I tell you," she went on, turning reproachfully to Mademoiselle Bourienne, "Mary's is a face which such a coiffure does not suit in the least. Not in army sweater least! Please change it." "Leave me alone, please leave me alone! It is all quite the same to me," answered a army sweater struggling with tears. Mademoiselle Bourienne and the little princess had to own to themselves that Princess Mary
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ARMY SWEATER: only left her hair as it was, but did not even look in her glass. Letting her arms fall helplessly, she sat with downcast eyes and pondered. A husband, a man, a strong dominant and strangely attractive being rose in her imagination, and carried her into a totally different happy world of his own. She fancied a child, her own- such as she had seen the day before in the arms of her nurse's daughter- at her own breast, the husband standing by and gazing tenderly at her and the army sweater "But no, it is impossible, I am too army sweater
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