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Dim souls flitted
about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. She gained her
room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and
pursuit. The slack
cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front,
pulling her suddenly about. It was a
precious thing, a beautiful cabochon—do you know what
that is?”
“What’s a cabochon?”
“It’s a precious jewel that doesn’t have facets yet. ”
“That’s a relief. She could not help
but swoon a little. ”
“As sentinel. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over
every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily
kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most
skilful attempts to draw him out. Sara Darnell was a sprightly, svelte twenty-five year old
who was known for serving detentions at meter maid
frequency, if only to be taken marginally more seriously
by the predominantly male Lincoln High Science
Department.
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