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🏆 Mr. Halliday, who had been supporting the weight of his body upon his right leg, transferred the burden to his left. Young Allway arrived just as Joan and her father had sat down to supper. A place had been laid for him. He flushed with pleasure at seeing her; but was not surprised.!

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