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So didI ," said the girl on his arm indignantly. "And you're both wrong: He flewdown, from higher up." And this opinion she defended stoutly against the most cynical objections: maybe itwas a publicity stunt, or a Telerama trick; she neither knew or cared; but that Bray had by one means or another flown into the Belfry with his girlfriend she was as absolutely certain as was her beau that he'd done nothing of the sort and the first girl that he'd scaled the tower barehanded and -footed. Strongly I gimped through, sticking and butting my way in some circumstances, politely begging leave to pass in others. Once, recognizing a knot of my erstwhile lynchers, I slipped into my Bray-mask till I was by them; in another instance I declared I was on official Chancellory Business; in yet another, that I was George Giles, Goat-Boy and true Grand Tutor, en route to rescue my distressed Ladyship.
"From what?" Stoker demanded, puttering behind me on the motorcycle. "Who said shewants rescuing?"
A few male students chuckled. Others whispered to their
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