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” “I said I was all right. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. Go on and tell me. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. I don’t know that I understand altogether.
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