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Some days are like tin nutmeg-graters that everybody uses to grate you against, and this was one for me. For an hour I sat and grated my own self against Alfred's letter that had come in the morning. I realised that I would just have to come to some sort of decision about what I was going to do, for he wrote that he was coming in a week or two. Patricia gasped, and in the moment's silence that fell she gave the promising authoress a little shake. Judith's face had been undergoing swift changes during this short speech, but now it cleared and a beatific expression shone upon it..
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