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"That's the real thing, Miss Pat!" she said enthusiastically. "If you can keep it up like that, you won't have to be ashamed of it, I can tell you!" The negress started and threw up her hands in surprise. "Yes," replied Maurice, deliberately. "I suspect Dido, the negress.".

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