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I hate what I am. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. '—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. "Not exactly," answered Jonathan, drily. “Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz.
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