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America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. " She wanted to dance. "I will not submit to be thus interrogated," said Winifred, angrily. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. Sebastian administered bitter tonics to her, fluids she could not taste with her swollen tongue. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. ” He closed the door partially behind himself. See paragraph 1.
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