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gimped on, around to the Library entrance, followed by a small but growing throng. The figures in the Belfry disappeared.
"Flunk it all, listen here!" Stoker yelled, throttling up beside me. "Do you think she'd be up there if I hadn't ordered her to go? I arranged it!"
I smiled.
"Call me a cuckold!" Stoker challenged. "You can bet I have my reasons!" His tone grew more fretful as we came near the Library door. "But that doesn't giveyou permission, Goat-Boy! You're staying right here!"
I positily grinned at him, whereupon his voice at once turned guileful.
"How about Maxie? We could still spring him, if we work fast. . ." He raced his engine angrily. "Some Grand Tutorl You want her yourself!"
The students cheered. I motioned Stoker with my stick to get behind me; he was obliged in any case to do so, or leave his vehicle, as we'd arrived at the Library steps.
"Keep your hands off my wife!" he cried, heedless of bystanders -- who seemed anyhow to assume that he was as usual playing a part. "If you even touch her without my say-so, I'll fix you both!"
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