She was keenly resolved to do well in the school examination, and not to be drowned in the seas of emotion that threatened to submerge her intellectual being. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing. But, moving through into the first of the large main rooms that led one into another around the house, with here and there an antechamber between, it was obvious that the task was not going to be easy. "Why, of hanging the fellow who acts as his jackal; one Blake, or Blueskin, I think he's called. She could hear the raucous laughter and bad music below. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound. What right had she to call herself “Alcide”? It was abominable, an imposture. They had chosen to deliberately and wickedly insult a lady who had done her best to entertain them for many weeks.
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