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🏆 “It’s all right,” answered Madge. “She doesn’t really want our opinion of him—or rather she doesn’t want our real opinion of him. She only wants us to confirm hers. She’s engaged to him.” Her going was the signal for the breaking up of the party. In a short time Joan and Madge found themselves left with only Flossie.!

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