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"Yes. I don't know what possible things you can find to say to me after this interview; but, as you make such a point of it, I'll see you." CHAPTER VIII. A CRY IN THE NIGHT. Patricia was only too glad to give in. "That makes it perfectly simple, then," she said gratefully. "I'm tremendously obliged to you for helping me out.".
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