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‘It needs not that you tell me. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. \"Today's Friday, isn't it?\" Lucy remembered. The boy was right. “I am sorry. God, how old are they now? They must be teenagers. And don't neglect my instructions this time. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. Stanley pointed to the letter with a pipe he had drawn from his jacket pocket. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. "But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself.
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