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"When will you return?" "Don't keep me hanging on here in the dark too long," protested Patricia. "I'm worn to a bone already." Patricia took the bit of canvas board, and held it at arm's length, squinting at it with eyes that gradually brightened..
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Patricia shut her door with a snap and turned to her sister with a glowing face, sweeping her stray tendrils back with an eager gesture. But as cruel as freezing is, it doesn't compare to the tortures of being melted. Jane administers it to me, and her faithful heart is so wrung with compassion that she perspires almost as much as I do. She wrings a linen sheet out in a cauldron of hot water and shrouds me in it—and then more and more blanket windings envelop me until I am like the mummy of some Egyptian giantess. Elinor glanced beyond, through the low doorway to the next room. "I forgot to tell you my name," she said, holding out a strong, slender hand. "I am Margaret Howes, and I know you are Elinor Kendall, for I saw it on your locker. I don't know your sister's name—she is your sister, isn't she?".
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