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To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. She was alone with a deadly enemy. ’ ‘Without permission. But "fine" is the word. It makes no difference.
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