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\" Lucy said. “I’m ready,” said Ann Veronica, closing her microscope-box with a click, and looking for one brief instant up the laboratory. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. “They have all been trying to turn my head. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. ” She replied weakly. She did not wait, but grabbed up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed.
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