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Her eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him. “She has improved her style,” someone declared. "But they will find the evidences of slaughter in the other room,—the table upset,—the bloody cloth,— the dead man's sword,—the money,—and my memorandum, which I forgot to remove. 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. Then instinct took over. The vicomte must be well known to those high-born who have gone to England. Lucy did not move, but instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed to be. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl.
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