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“You hear him?” he remarked, looking impressively around. ” “Nor I,” she remarked tersely. Now she knew why the soldiers had not caught him. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!.
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