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"And does Mrs. Dallas believe that rubbish?" asked Maurice, incredulously. "Very generous of you indeed," said Jen, ironically; "but I do not see why you should behave in such a noble manner when you were so much in love with the girl." "What, already?" exclaimed Patricia rapturously. "You duck! Tell me all about it instantly.".
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