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which she saw advertised in every newspaper and cheap magazine. She rubbed her red, desk-calloused elbows with Pemberton's cold-cream. She cold-creamed and massaged her face every night, standing wearily before a milky mirror in the rather close and lingerie-scattered bedroom, solemnly rotating her fingers about her cheeks and forehead, stopping to conjecture that the pores in her nose were getting enlarged. She rubbed her hair with Pemberton's
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Olivine and Petrol to keep it from growing thin, and her neck with cocoanut oil to make it more full. She sent for a bottle of
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Mme. LeGrand's Bust-Developer,