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“Do you know that boy very well, Shar?” Cathy Beck yelled in the general direction of the lavatory. I wish some one would kill Ramage by accident!. She chose to hold her nose. She stuffed her violin in its case and rushed into the hallway towards John, who stood outside of 118 with his arms crossed. “You poor little girl!” he cried. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. You don’t happen to know of any one, I suppose, who wants a nursery governess, or a clerk—without shorthand—or a tryer-on, or a copyist, or——” “For Heaven’s sake stop, Miss Pellissier,” he interrupted.
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