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) He hesitated. “Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. You don't notice the heat; but it is always there, pressing down. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. .
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