me,”said
her
mother,
rushing to
embrace
her. “how
i loveyou,
my poor
child! how
i love
you!” then
noticing
that the
tips of
her ears
wererather
dirty, she
rang at
once for
warm
water, and
washed
her,
changed
herlinen,
her
stockings,
her shoes,
asked a
thousand
questions
about her
health,as
if on the
return
from a
long
journey,
and
finally,
kissing
her again
andcrying
a little,
she gave
her back
to the
servant,
who stood
quitethunderstricken
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