'"She is so young," says Frederic, deprecatingly. "I should hope that one might be able to mould her ---"
"Mould her!" echoes Paul, derisively. "My dear boy, it would take you all your time. She would comb your hair with a three-legged stool."'
from "Good-bye, Sweetheart!" by Rhoda Broughton (Part I, Chapter X)
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