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MICHELLE’S STORY
The week at school was mostly uneventful save
Michelle’s enthusiasm and constant ploys for attention. This time he couldn't get far. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid
bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. It's all
very well to read him a lesson, and teach him obedience; but you've gone far
enough for that. As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed
her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel
to quarrel with. She looked at Lucy guiltily, wondering if she
would be betrayed. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but
there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that
oar. Partly, from your confessor; partly, from other sources. I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. ’
Roding blinked.
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