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"Find out in the morning how she feels about it," said Elinor, switching off the light. "I'm pretty sure she'll want to go." "Tell her Bruce Haydon is here," said Judith. "Oh, there she goes! I was afraid you couldn't get her. She's sitting down beside Miss Green now, and we'll never be able to let her know." "Oh, that was rubbish," said Jen, contemptuously. "You didn't mean it.".
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