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"Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. For a moment her heart seemed to stop beating. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!" Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. "He hash eshcaped!" cried the Jew. She thought me— filthy.
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