Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. Take it, if I die. Mr.
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