” She spoke like a mistress addressing school-children. The fates are never so kind to me. Every afternoon, from now on, I will teach you a little about life—I mean the worldly points of view you're likely to meet. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. In regard to yourself, you've had a very narrow escape.
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