| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - ase,' said Elsie, 'it is this lady?'Stopping everyone she met.Only one would answer her, with,'Let ghosts rest, child - there is a pet!'Elsie raged at this old lady,Forehead creasing, cheeks aglow,Took the painting to her bedroom,Hung it, and admired it so.Then that night, and many after,Elsie gazed upon her prize.Learned to set her hair in ringlets,Wishing for those sapphire eyes.Elsie soon outgre
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