SENTENCE: poncey demanded , his paper clinched in one hand . '' when is it my time to talk ? '' '' now , poncey , it 's getting late , '' mrs. rose intoned . '' maybe it would be better to let everyone go home . we have to beat the curfew , you know . '' thoughts were ricocheting in poncey 's mind so fast he did n't even think to mention that there was no
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