"So that was what you were up to?" she said. "I knew you had something on your mind, Judy Kendall, you crafty, clever thing. How perfectly glorious to think you're really in print!",
"Oh, Norn," she gasped, dropping her hand and searching Elinor's flushing face with questioning eyes. "You too?",
"Well, sir." Battersea scratched his shock head. "She knows things as ain't good for 'er. 'Bout that devil-stick es you talks of.".
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