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"You are looking at that thing, Maurice?" said he, wonderingly. "Now that is strange." "No," murmured Mrs. Dallas, sinking into a large chair. "You are right. I have been in the sun all the morning, and only now am I beginning to feel warm, I shall certainly go back to Barbadoes." Doris Leighton, with a rather flushed face, leaned forward as Patricia spoke and touched her on the shoulder..
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