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“I’ve had such a funny letter from Flossie,” said Joan, “begging me almost with tears in her ink to come to her on Sunday evening to meet a ‘gentleman friend’ of hers, as she calls him, and give her my opinion of him. What on earth is she up to?” Joan was making herself a cup of tea when there came a tap at the door. It was Mrs. Phillips.!
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