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Unformatted text preview: held tight to my hand, forcing me to stand firm with him. Others were leaving the hall. A number of the women were ushered out by their anxious attendants, including some of the very old, who were quite confused. "No!" my father declared. "St. Ashlar. Come again! Speak to them, my son. Tell them it is a sign from heaven." "But what shall I say, Father?" I asked. And at the clear sound of my voice, which seemed to me in no way remarkable, the whole com- pany went mad. People were rushing through the various doorways. The Laird now stood on the trestle table, fists clenched, kicking out of his way the laden plates. The servants had surely all taken cover. All the women were gone. Finally only two of the monks remained. One stood before me, tall but not as tall as I, and red-haired and with soft green eyes. He smiled upon me in that moment, and his smile was like the sound of the music, utterly quieting, and I felt a sinking in my soul. I knew the others loathed the sight of me! I knew they had run from me. I knew the pani...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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