If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away. “I don’t believe there is one. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. Say, that girl fooled me at first glance. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. It was the bitterest moment of her life. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. But machinery will never approach the hand.
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