The Falling Page #4

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"So he, trembling

and astonished, said,."

"Lord, what do you

want me to do?"

"and the Lord said to him..."

Gwen?

Gwen?

It's just a few neurotic types.

Relax.

You think the medical officer

should be brought in?

We'd be the laughingstock.

A few girls trying it on,

making a display of themselves.

We used to put wet

blotting paper in our shoes.

Why? Ha ha ha!

It draws the blood

from one's head

and can cause a faint, you see?

Ha! They all seem to have

their mind elsewhere

these days.

Oh...

Mm.

Ooh, sickles...

and pickles.

The sick chicks.

Are you sure you're fit

to go to school, Susan.

Right. Let's go.

We don't want to be late.

And just look at the result

of not being educated.

Settle down.

Miss Charron has merely fainted.

Return to your seat, Lydia.

Please continue, Miss Fanshawe.

I feel pitiful.

I could do a spell.

As you know, I don't

believe in magic.

I'm a rationalist.

Oh, a rationalist.

I'm not so sure.

I know my mind.

What's it all about,

then, Crazy Face?

It's not about anything.

You see this?

That one runs through the heath

and under your school.

Ley lines have this energy...

sacred, sublime.

Ohh...

Open the windows.

What's happening, Lydia?

She... She was so...

I know. I know.

Lydia...

I do know what's happening.

Miss Charron fainted.

It's not just us.

How come you're not ill, Titch?

I don't know.

For whatever reasons,

Titch, you're immune.

Titch doesn't believe us.

I mean, why hasn't.

Miss Alvaro got the doctors in?

Oh, such a woman of the world.

She is.

She's the one thinking

you're making it up.

I don't like to criticize,

but the handling of this

has not been great, has it?

Some people just want to bury

their heads in the sand.

It's been

a difficult time, I know.

Don't throw

your potential away.

Do you need some time

off school, Lydia?

No. No.

There's been some

concern expressed.

You're quite an influence

on the others

with what you are doing.

I'm not doing anything.

I'd like your parents...

your mother to come and see me.

There you go.

Thanks. Bye.

Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Don't you know beehives

are completely outmoded, Mother?

Miss Alvaro

would like to see you.

You know, I reckon

it's in my official records

that my father ran off.

Should I say "driven off"?

Should I make you

an appointment to go in?

Hmm?

Monday?

Tuesday?

Any day of the week?

What have you done?

Nothing.

"The late Carl Jung

wrote of changes

"in the constellation

of psychic dominance

"which bring about

long-lasting transformations

"of the collective psyche.

Old secrets

rise to the surface... ".

Pbbt!

Sorry.

I don't know why I'm

shaking like this.

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