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"She's rather too collap-y for my taste," volunteered Patricia, gathering up the remains of their repast. "I like the looks of lots of the others far better than hers. Let's ask Miss Margaret Howes about her. No doubt she can tell us what is her secret trouble." "As if I'd publish it on the housetops!" she cried in infinite disdain. "It's plain you aren't much up in detective stories." "Pray don't ask it," said Isabella, better informed by Etwald's glance as to his purpose. "It will only give you pain.".
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