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Judith scanned the doors critically, her brows puckered and her head aslant. "We'll like it, all right enough, if you have a hand in it," Patricia assured him heartily. "Isn't it jolly—to be here in a real Academy of Fine Arts, just like all the famous artists when they were young and unknown? Doesn't it make you feel all excited and quivery, Norn?" asked Patricia, as she fitted her key into the narrow gray locker with an air of huge enjoyment. "I don't see how you can look so cool. You are as calm and refrigerated as a piece of the North Pole.".
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