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Judith gulped the last mouthful and flung down her napkin. Judith as she kissed him was wrinkling her smooth brows at him. "But I thought you were going to bring Tom Hughes——" she began, hesitatingly. CHAPTER XVII FAREWELL TO THE STUDIO.
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