Lucy slipped upstairs silently. Above her head was an aura of white fire. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. I wish she wouldn’t look like that at us over her glasses. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. “Great!” Cathy squealed. Don't worry about me.
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