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I do not know
how I shall get it, but I must, you understand. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks—
men’s boots. ” His eyes were squeezed shut. Mentally but not physically competent. Determined,
however, to conquer the feeling as soon as possible, Wood had given orders to
have the evening meal served there; but, notwithstanding all his good resolutions
upon his first entrance, he had much ado to maintain his self-command. 272
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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. Were you born here, madame?’
‘Mais non. "
"Nor I," returned Ireton, following his example: "and I've had some experience
too. ”
She was cowed by the three dead faces that seemed to
scream at her to restore order by any means possible,
even if it meant forgetting the children of the whore and
all the events that had led to her unfortunate situation.
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