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🎮 “Perhaps you are right,” she admitted. “Perhaps that is why He made us male and female: to teach us to love.” CHAPTER XII!

🏆 She remembered, as she was taking her leave, what she had come for: which was to invite Joan to dinner on the following Friday. “It will do him good,” answered Mrs. Phillips; “getting away from them all for an hour or two. I don’t see much of him myself.”!

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