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Chapter XXIX MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. Quite trying of him not to be there when he is wanted. " "Where did he get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. ’ He quirked an eyebrow. " By this time, the chair had been brought into the Lodge. \"If you could go to Junior Prom, forget that, Senior Prom, with anybody in the whole school, who would you go with?\" Michelle asked. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so.
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