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And now she was discovering that even Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO exist! You have this home. Your purpose is done. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. If the principal instigator of the crime, whom I afterwards encountered on the platform, and who was dashed into the raging flood by the shower of bricks, escaped, his preservation must have been indeed miraculous. Will you leave us for a few minutes?" "You are not going to be harsh?" "I wish to talk about the future. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her.
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