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"She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room."


—Hans Christian Andersen, 
The Little Match Girl "She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room." —Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Match Girl
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