The class laughed, a few putting their hands to their foreheads in a military salute to mock her. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. I see. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. How dreary it all looks. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence.
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