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"Mother!" cried Isabella, with a pale face. CHAPTER XI THE LITTLE RIFT Comrades of the hooting owl,.
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Judith swept her adoring gaze from the Victory to her sister's face. "I think so, major--for half-an-hour, at least!" "I am taking too much for granted," muttered Major Jen, passing his hand across his brow, "Maurice may not have been killed after all. It is Etwald and his horrible prophecies which have put the idea into my head. Let me have a look at the poor lad's body." Patricia reluctantly released her and she slipped away to her own table with Madalon Halden, Tom Hughes, and little Jack Grantly, a nephew of the sculptor, who had been invited specially for Judith's sake, and who was promptly set down by that discriminating young person as being much too young for the high post of companion to her..
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