The woeful fright in the coal-smutted face made her suddenly so sorry that she could scarcely bear it. One of her queer thoughts rushed into her mind. She put her hand against Becky's cheek. "Why," she said, "we are just the same-I am only a little girl like you. It's just an accident that I am not you, and you are not me!
( Frances Hodgson Burnett )
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