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’ ‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. I want to be myself. "Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or not. Scarcely any one noticed the full measure of her consternation. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. I have worn it for weeks and weeks. I wanted to have something to give up.
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