Still, I'm glad she didn't accept my invitation to join us. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. Yon must be mine to-night. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages.
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