Chapter 9 of 9

𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂

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𝒊𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒔

𝒊𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, '𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆'

𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆

𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆

𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔

𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒆

𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅

𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆

𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅

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