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And with those brilliant eyes, he observes all things, but says only those things deemed necessary. His uncanny ways of shuffling his opponents feathers in court earned him the nickname 'Solowise' among his colleagues and the students. He walked into the classroom with a grave

sed to. "I'm talking to you." Luchie turned and saw Prof. Steve looking at her. She took a deep breath, then stood up. Casually, she took her time to readjusted her gown and her spec. Then, she cleared her throat. "A debtor is a debtor, even in the midst of the painful throes of death. Nature's jabbing stones thrown on our ways exonerate him not, for it is within our will to turn them into whatever we wish - a step or a block," she started, speaking like an acclaimed orator. "He had all the previous days to honour the agreement he had, what prevented him?" she asked, and paused, looking round at her audience. Seeing the attention of the whole class directed at her, she went on. "Like Shylock, I would have demanded that a pound of flesh be paid in return.

ter his secondary education. But the Lord chases away flies from the tailless cow. "I'm sorry, girls, I was so carried away I didn't see you at first." he apologized. "But I hope all is well with you" "Just a chilled bottle of Brandy and all will be well," Luchie quickly replied with a mischievous grin, casting a surreptitious glance at Techla. "Don't mind her," Techla smiled. "Her head can't even carry ordinary beer." Charles smiled. "By the way, thank you very much for taking your time to take me though..... You just loosened those complicated knots and made it so simple." Techla quickly added. "Yes, you just extricated those complex web of confusion in her foggy head and..." Techla immediately pinched her at the back. "Ah! Damn you! I'ma sue you for this, girl!" Luchie exclaimed in mock pain. "Why don't you come along with us in the car. I will drop you off." Techla said to Charles, paying no attention to Luchie. "Oh, that's so kind of you. I would have gladly accepted that. But I have somew

e thinking of not calling me over." Luchie quickly added, smiling like one who had cornered a witty fox. Techla silently picked up her glass and sat beside her on the settee. For a couple of seconds, they sipped their juice silently, each lost in her own thought. "You know, sometimes I wonder what my father was doing when other men were making the money," Luchie suddenly said thoughtfully to no one in particular. Techla silently gave her a side glance. She thought better not to say a word. But on a second thought, she said; "Your dad sent you to a prestigious school as Brainfield. You mustn't compare him to other men. That 'd be unfair." "Well, you're a rich kid. You've got no idea what it means not to have a rich dad." Techla smiled to herself. For a couple of minutes, she kep