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153 The halls emptied with special urgency as teens rushed forth into heated cars and buses to make the mad dash home before the coming storm. " "Is that all!" retorted Jonathan. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him. "Well, Sir?" gasped Sir Rowland. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor.
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