” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. Never. No matter what they do, always someone to bolster them up, to lend them money, and to coddle them. Annabel, I cannot believe it.
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