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‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. I speak frankly, because you also know that no possible extremity would induce me to accept help from any living person. "Enough!" rejoined Wild; "he shall not return. Men usually do. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning.
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