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She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. “You will be so late. Only in the sunshine; they would not answer my whistle on cloudy days. ’ ‘Even if they militiamen weren’t there, miss,’ cautioned her cavalier, ‘you couldn’t go marching into the house open like. Daughters were not like sons. ‘We will converse in your own tongue,’ he said in French as he led her away. "Come home directly, Sir.
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