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Patricia and Elinor puckered their brows over it, but Miss Jinny, craning her head over their shoulders, gave a snort. "He expected to be married last fall, but there was a hitch in getting out his book," said Mr. Hilton, as he finished his salad. "So he couldn't get away till last month." There was a disconcerting silence, while Judith breathed hard and kept her eyes glued on Miss Green..
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