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I stopped on next to the bottom step in the wide old hall and called Tom to turn out the light for me, as Jane had gone out. "I think it more likely that it was Griffin herself," said Elinor with spirit. "She's such a wild, harum-scarum thing, and she does love to tease." Patricia underwent a swift change as she lifted her shining eyes to Bruce's laughing face..
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