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Lucy did not move, but instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed to be. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. Eight per cent. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. Of course, there'll be a few kinks to straighten out.
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