She watched
them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window
until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched
upon. "And I'll bet a
doughnut that boy in his soul is crazy to have it over with. ’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and
passing a tongue lightly over her lips. Her answer was not quite ready. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them
along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted
black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a
key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. ’
She grimaced. It wouldn’t be you. “Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed
in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. She hoped to turn him off with the mention of Study
Halls and detentions, as there were no such animals in
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Martin’s world of high pressure academics. ‘How do you do? I am so happy to meet you.
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