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| Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me. | |
| Yes, I know it is still there, for in my heart I believe the legend of the sacred red fern. | |
| And above one of the doors covered by red velvet drapes in Harry's is a sign and on the sign in letters that match the drapes' color are the words THIS IS NOT AN EXIT. | |
| How ironic, Ignatius thought. Taking the pigtail in one of his paws, he pressed it warmly to his wet moustache. | |
| Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds. | |
| The sond died away; they heard the river, bearing down the snows of winter into the Mediterranean. | |
| But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother. | |
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| Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of the Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadow. | |
| Spade, looking down at his desk, nodded imperceptibly. 'Yes,' he said, and shivered. 'Well, send her in.' | |
| Mostly, I'd just like to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time. | |
| From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me. | |
| It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain. | |
| Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. | |
| At sunset I've won or lost. At sunrise, I'm out again, giving it the old try. And no one can help me. Not even you. | |
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