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“What? Do you dare smile and suggest for a moment that just because of the Absence between us I cannot make myself vivid to you? Ho! Silly boy! Don't you know that the plainest sort of black ink throbs more than some blood—and the touch of the softest hand is a harsh caress compared to the touch of a reasonably shrewd pen? Here—now, I say—this very moment: Lift this letter of mine to your face, and swear—if you're honestly able to—that you can't smell the rose in my hair!”

Quote by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Book:Molly Make-Believe
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Molly Make-Believe

Molly Make-Believe is a whimsical tale following the imaginative escapades of a young girl named Molly, who embarks on various adventures in her make-believe world. more

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Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott was an American author born on September 22, 1872, and died on June 4, 1958. Known for her delicate emotions and profound insights, her works mainly focused on women's lives and family relationships in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. more

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