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As they went back to the flower-decked sitting-room, Judith edged close to whisper in her ear. Elinor told her that Bruce was in Italy, getting his studies for the Français Society's panel of early Italian history. The curator smiled at her eagerness. "The library panel will be announced at noon on Tuesday in the first antique room," he said. "And the modeling class will be notified immediately before, while the class is still in session.".
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