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🏆 Was not her America here? Why seek it further? What was this unknown Force, that, against all sense and reason, seemed driving her out into the wilderness to preach. Might it not be mere vanity, mere egoism. Almost she had convinced herself. “Do let me come with you,” he said. “I kept myself free this evening, hoping. And I’m feeling so lonesome.”!

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