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      "And then I imagine going into the village", she said, " and up into the inn and taking into my bed any men that come there; crude men, big men, old men, boys.

      Just lying there and taking them one after another, and feeling same magnificent triumph in it, some absolute release without a thought of what happens to your father and your brothers, whether they are alive or dead.

       In that moment I am purely myself. I belong to no one."

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