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"You expected to be hanged?" suggested Jen. Patricia, with her mind wholly on her own absorbing business, gave scant attention. "See here," said Patricia, facing her severely. "I'm tired of your deceptive timidity. Just let someone else say you can't do it, and you'd feel mighty mad about it, but you're willing to scare me out of my feeble senses by croaking." Patricia was about to speak, but there was a general stir and a voice cried, authoritatively:.