Ohhhhhh . . .” Maxzyne sighs. What a beautiful, sad story. “What happened to Mr. Beaumont?” she asks, thinking of her own father.
“Soon after we were made, Monsieur Beaumont died, also of the winter sickness. The factory was closed forever. We were the last mannequins. We were made and designed by a brokenhearted man. It was the talk of the town when we were sold at auction. Soon afterward we were on our way to Chicago.”
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