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“MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. You're on the way to big things. “Thanks, Mister McCloskey. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language, and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of their discourse. ‘Not from the nuns, no. Lucy turned and faced the strawberry blonde behind her, gesturing rapidly with a folded origami triangle, evidently the newest form of note. In your heart you know very well that this is absurd. And I've already told you the accident was not Jack's fault. It must have cut him. I am certainly no ghost. You will leave me utterly distraught.
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