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She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. “It’s very late. "You!" cried Jack, scornfully. ‘I do not know how you think you may help me,’ she said slowly. Find the thing you want to do most intensely, make sure that’s it, and do it with all your might. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years. She waited expectantly. Scissors with which to cut her hair, just in case. .
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