When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls. “I must repeat,” Sir John said, “that I much regret disturbing you at such an unseemly hour. ” “Perhaps not,” she answered. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper. She won’t be a problem from now on.
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