“I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. You're alone, too, child. No— no, it must never be. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors. As it happens sometimes, the idea stepped down from the dream into the reality; and he saw it more clearly now than he had seen it in the dream.
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