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The hurricane had now reached its climax. She saw a pole-chair; that would be this Mr. ’ ‘Je m’en moque. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of its own assertions. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. S. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. It was true. How could she tell him of the evil that drew her and drew her, as a needle to the magnet?—the fascinating evil that even now, escaped as it was, went on distilling its poison in her mind? "Yes, yes!" said the doctor. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat.
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