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"Who's talking about me?" demanded Judith's high treble, and they turned to see her in the doorway, silhouetted against the brilliantly lighted hall. Patricia was about to speak, but there was a general stir and a voice cried, authoritatively: Judith's dramatic sense asserted itself, and she frowned at Patricia's frivolous interruption of the portentous silence..
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