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"If I were there enough to know the different girls, I'd know who it was without much trouble," she declared. "I'll learn what I can, at all events," retorted Jen; and in this unsatisfactory manner the conversation concluded. David retired to his room, and Jen went off to interview Isabella at The Wigwam. David considered..
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