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Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. "Mr. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. ” “Yes. ” “I shall always be grateful to you,” he declared. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid.
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