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Patricia set her spangled roses twinkling with a nod of comprehension, but she did not pause. Patricia retreated to the tree, and Doris stood with one hand clutching the cloak and the light strong on her face. She looked more beautiful than ever to Patricia's friendly eyes, and there was a calm strength in her manner that awed while it comforted her. All consciousness of herself was gone, and, Patricia felt, gone forever, and in its place a quiet courage that spoke of conquered pride and vanity and selfishness. Doris Leighton had found herself. "No, dat only drib away bad debbils. But you scratch de skin with one leetle bit of it, and you die, die, die!".
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