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ants or parallelograms or gardens or Plato or bridge—is fundamentally and always interested in clothes.
It's the one touch of nature that makes the whole world kin. (That isn't original. I got it out of one of Shakespeare's plays).
However, to resume. Do you want me to tell you a secret that I've lately discovered? And will you promise not to think me vain? Then listen:
I'm pretty.
I am, really. I'd be an awful idiot not to know it with three looking-glasses in the room.
A Friend.
P.S. This is one of those wicked anonymous letters you read about in novels.
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