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Manning’s handwriting, and opened his letter and read some lines before its import appeared. If Jack Sheppard could behold his mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one than even the hangman could read him. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. “Earning a salary!” “You’re like a Princess in Exile!” he repeated, overruling her. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already.
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