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Sara put down her book and shook her head slowly.
He had rolled up his sleeves to show how Mr Gleeson would roll up his sleeves.
He had never once disobeyed or allowed turbulent companions to seduce him from his habit of quiet obedience; and, even when he doubted some statement of a master, he had never presumed to doubt openly.
The transition had been so sudden and so unexpected that it left me for a moment forgetful of aught else than my strange metamorphosis.
