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"Bless you, no, child," she said lightly. "I merely thought he would be more apt to be like your oldest sister, whom I admire tremendously, as everyone knows." The feast was half over when Patricia, who sat between Margaret Howes and Griffin and opposite to the adorable Doris Leighton, got a distinct shock. "Life in death!" repeated Maurice, in puzzled tones. "And what do you mean by that mystical jargon, doctor?".
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