prie-le

Updated: June 10, 2025

Thick flaxen curls fell about the pretty little rosy face and over the great black, sleepy eyes of the child, who smilingly blinked at the light, and held on to her mother's neck by a chubby little arm. "Ada, vois, c'est ton père," said Varvara Pavlovna, removing the curls from the child's eyes, and kissing her demonstratively. "Prie-le avec moi."

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