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The world loved him; the women kissed his curls, the men looked gravely into his wonderful eyes, and the children hovered and fluttered about him.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgThe world loved him; the women kissed his curls, the men looked gravely into his wonderful eyes, and the children hovered and fluttered about him.
Du Bois describes the affection and admiration surrounding a child, emphasizing innocence and the universal love for youth.
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