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"He's at Prep now, but he'll enter Yale next year," she ended proudly. "He's awfully clever, though he doesn't show it. He behaves just as silly and stupid as other boys most of the time." Judith tossed her head, with a little giggle at her own expense. "On the night that the body was stolen," continued Jen, deliberately, "Jaggard was drugged.".
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