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"You are not my guest," retorted Jen, furiously. "We don't have to petrify, do we?" she said, with a nervous ripple. "Griffin may keep us sitting here for hours——" Judith was silent for the most part, but her eyes glowed like live coals and she kept tossing her pale, straight mane in the way she had when pleasantly excited..
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