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The prisoner was then thrust in by Quilt. His face clouded with anger. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. He made it brief. A curious silence ensued. She heard it open, but as she felt unable to look round in a careless manner she pretended not to hear it. ’ ‘Where then is your uniform?’ ‘I don’t wear it to balls. ’ Lucy was silent for a space, once again wearing that inscrutable expression.
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