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At
the
stern
order
the
buzz
ceased
,
and
fifty
pairs
of
blue
,
black
,
gray
,
and
brown
eyes
were
obediently
fixed
upon
his
awful
countenance
.
"
Miss
March
,
come
to
the
desk
.
"
Amy
rose
to
comply
with
outward
composure
,
but
a
secret
fear
oppressed
her
,
for
the
limes
weighed
upon
her
conscience
.
"
Bring
with
you
the
limes
you
have
in
your
desk
,
"
was
the
unexpected
command
which
arrested
her
before
she
got
out
of
her
seat
.
"
Don
’
t
take
all
.
"
whispered
her
neighbor
,
a
young
lady
of
great
presence
of
mind
.
Amy
hastily
shook
out
half
a
dozen
and
laid
the
rest
down
before
Mr
.
Davis
,
feeling
that
any
man
possessing
a
human
heart
would
relent
when
that
delicious
perfume
met
his
nose
.
Unfortunately
,
Mr
.
Davis
particularly
detested
the
odor
of
the
fashionable
pickle
,
and
disgust
added
to
his
wrath
.
"
Is
that
all
?
"
"
Not
quite
,
"
stammered
Amy
.
"
Bring
the
rest
immediately
.
"
With
a
despairing
glance
at
her
set
,
she
obeyed
.
