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She had never before heard the noise of firecrackers, and in the beginning the sputtering racket caused her to wince. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. " "A fugitive. ‘Me, I am tout à fait stupide. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer.
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