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she was sinking in. And then she was filled with a fury of
contempt and anger. She felt she was sinking into one mass
with the rest—all so close and intermingled and breathless.
It was horrible. She stifled. She prepared for flight, fever-
ishly she flew to her work. But soon she let go. She started
off into the country—the darkish, glamorous country. The
spell was beginning to work again.
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