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Miss Jinny, who had been out scouring the town for the materials for Sinbad's beard, broke in on them breathlessly. "Then it's Tom," cried Patricia delightedly. "I wonder if he'll mind being tagged. Shall you tell him his fate soon, Ju, or let him gradually waken to it?" "That is no matter," replied her mother, coldly. "You must marry him.".
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Patricia, noting the downy line that penciled the corners of her firm mouth, hesitated to put an inquiry that could be delicate enough to indicate the faint moustache without hurting Miss Jinny's feelings. "The Voodoo stone," echoed Jen, much puzzled. "And what may that be?" "Why do you sing the death song?" asked Mrs. Dallas, opening her eyes, Once on the impromptu platform, Patricia's embarrassment dropped from her, and she smiled a ready acknowledgment to the shouts that demanded a dozen different songs at once..
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