When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. " "What did I say?" "Only one word," she said, offering her first white lie. ‘If ever I met such a pair of lunatics!’ ‘Give me that, Hilary,’ Gerald said at once, ignoring his remark and reaching out for the handkerchief. Tell me why you ran away from the convent. I will no longer be a burthen to those upon whom I have no claim, but compassion.
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