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“You have changed somehow—and you certainly are less friendly. Just then—I was nervous. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. ” With a swift movement she gained the bell and rang it. With your pencil you see into the hearts of all; and without your pencil you are dumb and blind.
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