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"Can't I settle this business, Captain," muttered Blueskin, drawing a pistol. Tonight Lucy doled out outré physiological theories of boys and their overactive hormones. Impressionable, lonely, a deal beyond his analytical reach, the girl might let her sympathies go beyond those of the nurse. All this while he was arranging the medicines on the stand and jotting down his instructions on a chart sheet. The agonized mother could scarcely repress a scream at the spectacle that met her gaze. He had done it. It was eleven o'clock.
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