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 had all been teachers; wonderfully kind, but still teachers. Ray Kennedy, she knew, had wanted to marry her, but he was the most protecting and teacher-like of them all. She moved impatiently in her cot and threw her braids away from her hot neck, over her pillow. "I don t want him for a teacher," she thought, frowning petulantly out of the window. "I 've had such a string of them. I want him for a sweetheart."