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Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. “My only answer would be to ask you to look at that mirror and then at the poster. The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. ‘And if you like, I will tell you why. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death. F. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. This is the first act.
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