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’ There was a silence. Spurling, half aside. “You cannot! Oh, you cannot. But what affair is this of yours?’ But Captain Roding was not attending. He's more like a lord than—" As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a young man marched boldly into the room. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before.
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