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"Both and more too," laughed Patricia. "We've got a surprise for you, Norn, but we won't tell till we've had lunch; will we, Ju?" "Now hold your breath as long as you can," he commanded, and it fitted my mood exactly to do so. "Why no, Mr. Maurice, I can't say as I did.".
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