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"That was a lovely song you sang about 'Molly darling,' Billy," I said. "Where did you hear it?" "There isn't a soul in sight," she announced. "Hustle while the coast's clear. Someone may come back at any moment." Elinor looked her surprise. "Why, I didn't know Hannah Ann liked me specially," she protested. "I thought Miss Pat was her favorite.".
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