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"She's rather too collap-y for my taste," volunteered Patricia, gathering up the remains of their repast. "I like the looks of lots of the others far better than hers. Let's ask Miss Margaret Howes about her. No doubt she can tell us what is her secret trouble." "Go away, girl," he said in his rudest manner; "don't you see I'm busy?" "Did you not meet Maurice, my dear?".
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