Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her head. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. I am the cause of his ill-usage.
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