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          Her pulse quickened as the tumultuous procession of thoughts drove the bright warm blood full-crested through her veins. She looked at the book in her lap and saw again these words:

          "Taken as I am and as I shall always be, I feel that I am force both of creation and of dissolution, that I am a real value, and have a right, a place, a mission among men."

          Suddenly, without let of warning, a dynamo broke loose inside her. Every particle of her molten being was convulsed with shuddering raptures. Mottled words drugged her with venomous lust.... She felt that in everything, sublime or ignoble, there was hidden a turbulent, a vital force, a significance and beauty of which art, however glorious, was but a pale reflection. "I want to live!" she muttered wildly. "I want to live!"

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