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"Assuredly," replied Etwald, fixing a piercing glance on the young man. "Do you refuse?" "What do you think of the artists now?" asked Patricia, leaning back in the carriage as they were being whirled homeward. "Are they such serious people as you thought them, Norn?" "They will approach at different times—not? It will be more better to place them during the first rest.".
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