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“I wish that I could forget it,” he said. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self.
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