" Thus urged, Jack reluctantly departed. “It’s the spring,” he said. After the sights he would have to twiddle his thumbs until the joints cracked. C. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. I need only just jump up and throw myself upon you. Kneebone and Mr. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night.
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