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5. If individuality means anything it means breaking bounds— adventure. She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument. “Larry buys the meat, makes the stuffing. I have gone without dinner for three nights, and—come in. I'll not speak of Jack or Jonathan. ‘You have said you do not wish to hurt me. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. “I would not have you go for anything,” she answered. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts.
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