"Isabella killed Maurice!" said Jen, pushing back his chair. "Impossible, doctor. You must be mistaken.",
"I think we might let her share with us this time," she said gently, and Judith's relief was beautiful to behold.,
"The song it is," cried Griffin, stepping on a chair and beginning to beat time with a big paint-brush. "Now then, all together, my children. Warble!".
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