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"
A
somewhat
oppressive
orthodoxy
around
these
parts
,
"
he
remarked
.
The
grin
disappeared
as
he
added
:
"
Rum
type
,
you
know
.
Pride
and
prejudice
.
She
’
s
wanting
help
.
She
knows
she
needs
it
badly
,
but
nothing
’
s
going
to
make
her
admit
it
.
"
He
paused
opposite
an
open
door
.
It
was
almost
too
dark
now
to
make
out
anything
in
the
room
,
but
when
we
had
passed
it
before
there
had
been
enough
light
to
reveal
it
as
a
men
’
s
dormitory
.
"
I
’
m
going
in
to
have
a
word
with
these
chaps
.
See
you
later
.
"
I
watched
him
stroll
into
the
room
and
greet
it
collectively
with
a
cheerful
"
Worcher
,
mates
!
‘
Ow
’
s
it
goin7
"
and
then
made
my
own
way
back
to
the
dining
hail
.
The
only
light
there
came
from
three
candles
set
close
together
on
one
table
.
Beside
them
a
girl
peered
exasperatedly
at
same
mending
.
"
Hullo
,
"
she
said
.
"
Awful
,
isn
’
t
it
?
How
on
earth
did
they
manage
to
do
anything
after
dark
in
the
old
days
?
"
"
Not
such
old
days
,
either
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
This
is
the
future
as
well
as
the
past
—
provided
there
’
s
somebody
to
show
us
how
to
make
candles
.
"
"
I
suppose
so
.
"
She
raised
her
head
and
regarded
me
.
"
You
Came
from
London
today
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
admitted
.
"
It
’
s
bad
there
now
?
"
