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"Who's talking about me?" demanded Judith's high treble, and they turned to see her in the doorway, silhouetted against the brilliantly lighted hall. "Miss Dallas, I know no more than you do; but he evidently desires to make a clean breast of this whole miserable business." "I'll have you turned out of the house.".
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Judith's dramatic sense asserted itself, and she frowned at Patricia's frivolous interruption of the portentous silence. So I hurried and stuffed the grey-blue darling in the top tray, lapped the old black silk around my waist and belted it in with a black belt off a new green linen I had bought for morning walks—down to the butcher's in the High Street, I suppose. That is about the only morning dissipation in Hillsboro that I can think of, and it all depends on whom you meet, how much of a dissipation it is. "Just where does that corset press you worst?" he asked in the tone of voice he uses to say "put out your tongue." So much of my bad temper rose to my face that it is a wonder it didn't make a scar; but I was cold enough to all outward appearances. "What you wish, sah?" she said, in a grave voice, as emotionless as that of Jen's..
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