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I withered him with a look, or rather tried to wither him, for Tom is no mimosa bud. "I shall keep him here." "I can understand all that," interrupted Jen, "but the similarity of the perfumes? I must have that point cleared up.".
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The major guessed that she meant that African witchcraft would avert disaster from Etwald, and at once flung the word back in her face. It was Elinor's turn to raise misty eyes to the Messenger of the Ideal, and, like Judith, she was silent, busy with this thought. "Did you see the Haldens on the train, Frad?" asked Patricia as she and David were talking aside by the studio window while Elinor was welcoming Tom Hughes and Griffin, Margaret Howes and Mr. Spicer, who had all arrived in a bunch, Tom having lagged behind to get a big sheaf of roses for Elinor, whom he admired immensely. "Stuff and nonsense!" growled David, hotly. "He'd know better than that.".
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