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LaucHiNG Boy 175 l5~-rent. You have seen our silver, our blankets; IF --u come to us you will see how everything is Bc- that. Itis beautiful. Itis the Trail of Beauty. 2 will just have to believe me, it is something i -=ver imagined, we have nothing here to com- m= with it, that life. We do only good things. [E--rvthing good that I have ever known, all at bw=. could not make me as happy as she and her a do. Look at me. Iam older than when I left here, ¥ = >w what I say. My mind is made up. I do met want you to be angry with me; I do not want moc co be unhappy about me; I do not want you lm --1l me not to come back. You may not be- == me, but I want you to wait. tit does not matter. I know. I have spoken.’ A Z:r triumph was real and urgent, but now was bm =e for indulging it. She walked back to the [B= =rcle as though, from her waiting place apart, ee ad just seen the counsellors returning. It lma= —me to go to bed; she found her place on the -~skins inside the hogahn. It was stuffy and in there save for a faint draft of air in under slanket that closed the door and out the z=-hole, and a coldness that seeped through ground from outside, where the finger-tips of zand had touched the floor.

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