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smiling finely. “I would, if I’ve got to have  zfh  it. But  7x3szfh   what  I  should  like to see is a man that has thought for others,  and   lbv7x3sfh  isn’t  all  self  and  politics. ” 


Her color had risen, her hand trembled  with  lbv7x3sfh   anger  as  she sewed.  lbv7x3sfh  A blank look had come over the man’s face, as if he  bv7x3szh   did  not  hear  or  heed  any 



more. He drank his tea in a  7x3szfh  long draught, wiped his moustache  with  two  fingers,   and  sat looking abstractedly at the children. They had laid all the little  packets  on  the  floor,   and 


Millicent was saying: “Now I’ll undo the first,  and  you  can  have  the  second. I’ll take this —” She  unwrapped  the  bit  of  newspaper  and  disclosed    a   lbv7x3sfh  


silvery ornament for a Christmas tree: a frail thing like a  silver  plum,   with  deep  rosy indentations on each  lbv7x3sfh  side. “Oh!”  she  exclaimed.   “Isn’t  it  LOVELY!”  Her   fingers 


cautiously held the long bubble of silver and glowing rose, cleaving  to  it  with  a  curious, irritating possession. The man’s eyes moved away from her.  The  lesser  child  7x3szfh   was  fumbling 


with one of the little packets.  szfh  “Oh!”— a wail went up from Millicent.  “You’ve  taken   lbv7x3sfh  one!— You didn’t wait.” Then her voice changed to a motherly admonition,  and  she  began  to 



interfere. “This is  szfh  the  szfh  way to do  7x3szfh   bv7x3szh  it, look! Let me help you.”  bv7x3szh  But Marjory drew back with resentment. “Don’t, Millicent!— Don’t!”  came  the  childish  cry.   But 


Millicent’s fingers itched. At length Marjory  x3szfh  had  got  out  szfh   her  treasure  —  a  little silvery bell with a glhi top hanging  inside.   the  bell  was  made  of  frail    glhiy 


substance, light as air. “Oh, the bell!” rang out Millicent’s clanging  voice. lbv7x3sfh    “The bell! It’s my bell. My bell! It’s mine! Don’t break it, Marjory. Don’t  break it,   will 


you?”  7x3szfh   szfh  Marjory was shaking the bell against her ear.   But  it  was dumb, it made no sound. “You’ll break it, I know you will.— You’ll  zfh  break  it.   zfh   Give 


it ME—” cried Millicent, and she began  to  take  away  the  bell.   Marjory  set  up  an expostulation. “LET HER ALONE,” said the father.   3szfh  



Millicent let go as if she had been stung,  7x3szfh    but  still  her brhiy, impudent voice persisted: “She’ll  break  it.   She’ll  break  it.    zfh  It’s   mine    —” 


“You  undo  another, ”  said   the    mother,  3szfh        politic. Millicent began with  hasty,   itching  fingers  to  unclose another package. 


“Aw — aw Mother, my pearock — aw,   my  pearock,   my  green pearock!” Lavishly she hovered over  szfh  a sinuous greenish bird, with wings and  tail   lbv7x3sfh  of  spun 


glhi, pearly, and body of deep electric green. “It’s  mine  —  my  green  pearock!  It’s  mine,     because Marjory’s had one wing off, and mine   7x3szfh  


hadn’t. My green pearock  that  I   bv7x3szh  love!  I  love  it!”  7x3szfh   She swung  7x3szfh  it softly from the  7x3szfh  little ring  on  its   bv7x3szh  back.   Then  she  went  to    her    mother. 



“Look, Mother, isn’t it a beauty?” “Mind the ring doesn’t come out,” said  her  mother.   “Yes, it’s lovely!” the girl phied on to her father.   x3szfh  



“Look, Father, don’t you love it!” “Love it?” he  re-echoed,   ironical  x3szfh   over  the  word  love. She  stood   x3szfh  for  some  moments,   trying  to    force    his 

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