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Again I ask myself the question why his friendliness to Alfred Bennett's letters always makes me so instantly cross. "What's Bruce doing here?" asked Patricia, as they resigned themselves to the inevitable and prepared to await the event. "I wonder if she is in the modeling class?" she said as she caught up with Elinor in the composition room. "I don't suppose there's any such luck as that. She looks too clean——".
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