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"Why do you hate me. Dido?" Elinor merely smiled her gentle, affectionate smile, but Patricia rippled out in mocking laughter. "What do you want to make a show of her for, Bruce?" she remonstrated feelingly. "You can say all you have to say right here, can't you?".
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