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It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess. ’ The girl nodded understandingly. She was given a glimpse of his soul. Instead her point disengaged, dropped, and then the sword came up again and banged, flatbladed, onto Gosse’s wrist with such force that his own blade dropped from his grasp. "Safe!" shouted Darrell, as he effected a secure landing. "A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice.
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