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The redheaded girl was late. The clock over the courtroom door said three minutes past ten. She flung herself, breathless, into the seat next to the lanky young man and inquired in a tragic whisper, "Have they started?"
"Nope," replied that imperturbable individual. "Calm yourself. You haven't missed a single ‘hear ye. ' Your hat's a good deal over one eye."