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I had not seen the courtyard in many years and I was happy to dream of those times. ” “Why not?” “You see, if I do go home my father objects to the College, and as for typing —” “Don’t go home. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. But I was portentous, I can assure you. . The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. Spurlock mused over the previous night. Socks and shoes were harder to find, and she ended up wearing men’s athletic tube socks and a pair of dust caked flip-flops that had sat forlornly in Locker 49 since 1978. Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look about for some weapon. She returned home to the Beck house soaked and soggy. ’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet.
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