"And the Infanta frowned, and her dainty rose-leaf lips curled in pretty disdain. 'For the future let those who come to play with me have no hearts,' she cried, and she ran out into the garden." -- Oscar Wilde "The Birthday of the Infanta" in "House of Pomegranates"
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