By Mark Twain
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The house was beautiful, a refreshing sight for my eyes. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room. On little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. Clearly, a woman had made this house into a home.
The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face because the man read my thoughts. “Yes,” he smiled, “it is all her work. Everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand.”