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We will get on with the agreement and you shall have in it whatever rubbish you like. Answering him was agonizing. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that.
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