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Mr. Prison was beastly. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. He put his free arm around her and held the censer ready; and as Ruth snuggled her cheek against his sleeve, they were, so far as intent, in each other's arms. The fact that she stayed on and risked being discovered so foolishly was a testament to something, but what? Lucy’s new form elicited stares and comments from acquaintances before even walking through the doors of Lincoln High School. But it means no end of a row. She dared not look directly at him, her head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped appearance of an androgynous adolescent. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. The grim mockery of it!—those South Sea loafers, taking advantage of Enschede's Christianity and imposing upon him, accepting his money and medicines and laughing behind his back! No doubt they made the name a byword and a subject for ribald jest in the waterfront bars.
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