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She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. The impassivity of her features changed at last. “She is living there now,” she remarked.
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