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... Short Story by Violet Quirk PERHAPS you had better not read this story unless you have been a girl of twelve. Cicely was twelve, and she had gone with her mother to certain small seaside place for a month's holiday. Her father was in Hong Kong, and had ...
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... SHORT STORY Beauty In Darkness By CHRIS MASSIE For soma years she had avoided looking into a mirror. All she knew of her personal was gathered from the fleeting reflection of herself in shop windows. There was a time when with laborious and pathetic pains ...
... SHORT STORY. THE BASHFUL WOOER Dorothea lived in those far-off days when girls married for love, and she hal of lovers a score. One there was-her heart favoured more than the rest, though he gucssed it not, and caused her gread aneasiness thereby. Lovers ...
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