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"Don't say another word till I get back," she said, authoritatively, and was gone before any questions could be formed. "What, already?" exclaimed Patricia rapturously. "You duck! Tell me all about it instantly." "What in the world made you so disagreeable?" she demanded of the unconcerned Judith. "Any blind bat could see that you wanted to be nasty, in spite of your namby-pamby airs.".
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