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" Quarter of an hour later O'Higgins stepped off the gangplank. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. Still, there certainly was something in the idea of a treaty. We wore invisible chains and invisible blinkers. She was guided into the dock and prompted by a helpful police inspector. She possessed it, astonishing fact! She had summoned this energy so continuously during the past four weeks that now it was abiding; she knew that it would always be with her, on guard. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. And always they were well satisfied. Everything. But come in, dear. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you.
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