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’ ‘As a matter of fact, it isn’t,’ conceded Gerald. You are in the hands of a wicked, a terrible man, who will not stop till he has completed your destruction. When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. "For my part, it's only what I expected of him," observed Mrs. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. It was grated and crested with spikes, like that he had just burst open, and thinking it a needless waste of time to force it, he broke off one of the spikes, which he carried with him for further purposes, and then climbed over it.
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