| The Dean of Admissions is dead |
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 | Sword wounds! Who did it. | |
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| Hamlet, your son. | |
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| By marriage, Dean. By marriage. | |
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| Of course. Your late brother had a temper also. | |
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| The evil men do lives long after them. The good is often interred with their bones. |
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| Was he killed before or after admitting Hamlet. | |
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| Before. The guy couldn't even get that right. | |
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