From: [[]] The foremost Scholar of the Correspondence, out on your ear like a pregnant parlour-maid? How dare they! The instrument of your disgrace will be the instrument of their destruction. Even if they've welcomed you back, the mask will slip, one day soon. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| - From: [[]] The foremost Scholar of the Correspondence, out on your ear like a pregnant parlour-maid? How dare they! The instrument of your disgrace will be the instrument of their destruction. Even if they've welcomed you back, the mask will slip, one day soon. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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| - "If there's one thing I've learnt, it's that readin' too many books turns yer 'ead faster than drinkin' well-water. I'm guessin' you 'ave shelves of the fings back 'ome.'
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| - The foremost Scholar of the Correspondence, out on your ear like a pregnant parlour-maid? How dare they! The instrument of your disgrace will be the instrument of their destruction. Even if they've welcomed you back, the mask will slip, one day soon.
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| - From: [[]] The foremost Scholar of the Correspondence, out on your ear like a pregnant parlour-maid? How dare they! The instrument of your disgrace will be the instrument of their destruction. Even if they've welcomed you back, the mask will slip, one day soon. [Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__
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