She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald.
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