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and Aniuta had gone to the drawing-room, she
crept up to nurse on the sofa, and Njania began
telling her fairy tales. The child was deeply
impressed, and would dream of the monsters she
had heard of, the were-wolf, the twelve-headed
serpent, etc.
In fact, she was on the way to grow up a
sickly over-sensitive girl. But a new life was
soon to begin for her.
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