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He was reading a letter. “You were dining there on Friday night, weren’t you?” he asked her, without looking up. The atmosphere was becoming tragic. Joan felt the need of escaping from it. She sprang up. “It would be rather interesting, a fight between them,” said Joan. “Myself I should back Phillips.”
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