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doc#140 | her equanimity; she must be poised |
doc#140 | the mountain that she was in earnest |
doc#140 | all over, she found the words |
doc#140 | about it, she wondered if he |
doc#140 | grew steeper and she slipped once or |
doc#140 | . </p><p> Nevertheless, she continued to move |
doc#140 | She was sure she would reach the |
doc#140 | climbing, and she clung to that |
doc#140 | alien world where she strove, alone |
doc#140 | same time, she was within it |
doc#140 | her balance, she fell, bruising |
doc#140 | a moment, she could not catch |
doc#140 | frightened spasms, she lifted herself to |
doc#140 | <p> Where before had she felt or dreamt |
doc#140 | sight. But she did not know |
doc#140 | . </p><p> Every movement she made seemed unnecessarily |
doc#140 | branches snapped as she pushed them ruthlessly |
doc#141 | . </p><p> Miraculously, she found exactly the |
doc#141 | . So would she mind speaking a |
doc#141 | helpfully, as she merely stared at |