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"Why aren't you dancing?" she demanded sternly, her whiskers trembling with the fervor of her interest. "What is Elinor up to that you're not dancing?" "What possible reason have you to make such an accusation?" he demanded. When she returned to her post after a brief nap on the wide couch, everything was quiet, much to her disgust..
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