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She
looked
at
the
staring
glass
eyes
and
complacent
face
,
and
suddenly
a
sort
of
heartbroken
rage
seized
her
.
She
lifted
her
little
savage
hand
and
knocked
Emily
off
the
chair
,
bursting
into
a
passion
of
sobbing
--
Sara
who
never
cried
.
"
You
are
nothing
but
a
DOLL
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Nothing
but
a
doll
--
doll
--
doll
!
You
care
for
nothing
.
You
are
stuffed
with
sawdust
.
You
never
had
a
heart
.
Nothing
could
ever
make
you
feel
.
You
are
a
DOLL
!
"
Emily
lay
on
the
floor
,
with
her
legs
ignominiously
doubled
up
over
her
head
,
and
a
new
flat
place
on
the
end
of
her
nose
;
but
she
was
calm
,
even
dignified
.
Sara
hid
her
face
in
her
arms
.
The
rats
in
the
wall
began
to
fight
and
bite
each
other
and
squeak
and
scramble
.
Melchisedec
was
chastising
some
of
his
family
.
Sara
's
sobs
gradually
quieted
themselves
.
It
was
so
unlike
her
to
break
down
that
she
was
surprised
at
herself
.
After
a
while
she
raised
her
face
and
looked
at
Emily
,
who
seemed
to
be
gazing
at
her
round
the
side
of
one
angle
,
and
,
somehow
,
by
this
time
actually
with
a
kind
of
glassy-eyed
sympathy
.
Sara
bent
and
picked
her
up
.
Remorse
overtook
her
.
She
even
smiled
at
herself
a
very
little
smile
.
"
You
ca
n't
help
being
a
doll
,
"
she
said
with
a
resigned
sigh
,
"
any
more
than
Lavinia
and
Jessie
can
help
not
having
any
sense
.
We
are
not
all
made
alike
.
Perhaps
you
do
your
sawdust
best
.
"
And
she
kissed
her
and
shook
her
clothes
straight
,
and
put
her
back
upon
her
chair
.
She
had
wished
very
much
that
some
one
would
take
the
empty
house
next
door
.
She
wished
it
because
of
the
attic
window
which
was
so
near
hers
.
It
seemed
as
if
it
would
be
so
nice
to
see
it
propped
open
someday
and
a
head
and
shoulders
rising
out
of
the
square
aperture
.
"
If
it
looked
a
nice
head
,
"
she
thought
,
"
I
might
begin
by
saying
,
'
Good
morning
,
'
and
all
sorts
of
things
might
happen
.
But
,
of
course
,
it
's
not
really
likely
that
anyone
but
under
servants
would
sleep
there
.
"
One
morning
,
on
turning
the
corner
of
the
square
after
a
visit
to
the
grocer
's
,
the
butcher
's
,
and
the
baker
's
,
she
saw
,
to
her
great
delight
,
that
during
her
rather
prolonged
absence
,
a
van
full
of
furniture
had
stopped
before
the
next
house
,
the
front
doors
were
thrown
open
,
and
men
in
shirt
sleeves
were
going
in
and
out
carrying
heavy
packages
and
pieces
of
furniture
.
"
It
's
taken
!
"
she
said
.
"
It
really
IS
taken
!
Oh
,
I
do
hope
a
nice
head
will
look
out
of
the
attic
window
!
"
She
would
almost
have
liked
to
join
the
group
of
loiterers
who
had
stopped
on
the
pavement
to
watch
the
things
carried
in
.
She
had
an
idea
that
if
she
could
see
some
of
the
furniture
she
could
guess
something
about
the
people
it
belonged
to
.
