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"Oh, did he though?" cried Patricia, kindling. "How clever of him to see. I thought no one dreamed!" "Well, Dido, we shall see. And now--" "I don't know what to think," cried Jen, in desperation. "Dido or Mrs. Dallas, I don't know which, but one of them, must be guilty. I'll go over to The Wigwam at once.".
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