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“It isn’t quite that we’re toys. I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents. " "I hope you never may, my love," humbly acquiesced the carpenter. How could she tell him of the evil that drew her and drew her, as a needle to the magnet?—the fascinating evil that even now, escaped as it was, went on distilling its poison in her mind? "Yes, yes!" said the doctor.
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