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One night she apparently fell asleep. John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. The students passed Juicy Fruit sticks and notes back and forth, bartering various forms of social currency. From long experience with both races he had acquired definitions, but none snugly applied to this girl. Perhaps the boys had already faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. She doesn't understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. ‘It had better not be, by God,’ had barked Captain Hilary Roding. "If you two loved each other," went on the doctor, "there would be something to stand on—a reason why for this madness. “The fact is—I don’t know why—this takes me by surprise. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. His sister appeared. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon thing. There must be real Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget, who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness? Most of us have witnessed carnivals. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself.
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