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Patricia sighed and stretched herself luxuriantly. "You don't think her life is in danger?" asked David, in a faltering tone. Then the lights flashed on, and she saw clearly the disheveled, excited assembly hastily hiding bundles of white cloth in any available spot, while hair and dress were hurriedly arranged and order generally restored. Elinor still stood on the model stand under the brilliant circle of lights, her wide eyes gleaming and her head uplifted..
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