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THROUGH THE IVORY DOOR.
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out through the door, and locked it behind us. Bruno was standing with his hands over his face, crying bitterly.
"What's the matter, darling?" said Sylvie, with her arms round his neck.
"Hurted mine self welly much!" sobbed the poor little fellow.
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