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"
Yes
,
sir
.
May
I
go
to
my
room
,
sir
?
"
"
You
may
.
"
Allen
walked
up
the
stairs
slowly
.
When
he
had
disappeared
,
Ellen
whirled
her
legs
like
propellers
She
sat
up
and
pulled
down
her
skirt
like
a
young
lady
.
"
I
’
ve
been
reading
the
speeches
of
Henry
Clay
.
He
sure
was
good
.
"
"
Yes
,
he
was
.
"
"
Do
you
remember
them
?
"
"
Not
really
,
I
guess
.
It
’
s
been
a
long
time
since
I
read
them
.
"
"
He
’
s
great
.
"
