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“Please stop fighting me. ” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair. “Beautiful these autumn flowers are,” said Ann Veronica, in a wide, uncomfortable pause. " "I understand," replied Thames; "be it as you will. Then you may have a bit of a chance. 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. ‘Not where we’re going. I won't dig their graves with my nails.
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