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"It's cleared off, after all," he said. "It's going to be a ripping fine day tomorrow." Judith's dramatic sense asserted itself, and she frowned at Patricia's frivolous interruption of the portentous silence. "Yes," assented Jen, turning his sharp eyes on Isabella, "and you--do you believe in this Voodoo stone also?".
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