A theme
dystopia
1 fragment in which it recurs.
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I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me, her face white and starlike under the stars, and forthwith dismissed the thought. “Through that long night I held my mind of…
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A theme
1 fragment in which it recurs.
I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me, her face white and starlike under the stars, and forthwith dismissed the thought. “Through that long night I held my mind of…