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We've got to get him to care. A dozen books lay upon the counterpane. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. Manning; secondly, by some measure or other, she meant to go on with her studies, not at the Tredgold Schools but at the Imperial College; and, thirdly, she was, as an immediate and decisive act, a symbol of just exactly where she stood, a declaration of free and adult initiative, going that night to the Fadden Ball. She indicated the captain who had retired behind the sofa. . I thought that you were he.
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