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’ He sat up. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. I can fairly understand Ruth; but you…!" "Have you ever been so lonely that the soul of you cried in anguish? Twentyfour hours a day to think in, alone?… Perhaps I did not want to go mad from loneliness. . She flailed against the doctor’s grip but after what seemed an eternity of kicking and flailing, amazingly, he had not seemed weakened in the slightest by her resistance. Somehow logic could not explain her. There are a thousand questions I'd like to ask you, but I sha'n't ask them. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower.
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