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Even then it sent Spurlock spinning backward, to crash against the wall. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. The baby crawled towards them, seeking their blood. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible.
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