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Patricia gasped. "My word!" she cried. "They don't postpone things much around here, do they? What is the fee?" "I don't understand myself," said the young man, despondently, "save that I am the most miserable man alive." "What, else?" demanded Judith, whose color had been rising at the alluring forecast. Patricia made a despairing little gesture. "I can't think of anything that will fit poor me," she confessed with mock dejection. "I'm so everlastingly commonplace that I don't sound at all.".
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