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‘And I do understand. “We’ve all been mixing our ideas, and we’ve got intellectual hot coppers— every blessed one of us. ” “Cooped up!” he cried. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. Look at the poor victim at your feet. Her eyes still had the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect health. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
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