She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. ” “No, mine. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. " "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother.
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