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It was nearly half an hour before Mr. Johnston summoned the boys and girls from the open windows to their seats. The room still smelled strongly of sulphur, but one might still breathe and live. "Why, yes, now that you remind me, I recollect." "Yes I promise not to tell anybody but Maurice?".
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