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"Don't keep me hanging on here in the dark too long," protested Patricia. "I'm worn to a bone already." "They have shaken mine," retorted Jen, grimly. "But we need not discuss these things, Mrs. Dallas. May I ask why you have paid me this visit?" "Both and more too," laughed Patricia. "We've got a surprise for you, Norn, but we won't tell till we've had lunch; will we, Ju?".
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