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"I would tell you if I could," said David again, but in rather a sullen manner; "but I have reasons, strong reasons, for not doing so. Later on--" he paused nervously. Patricia sighed and stirred restlessly. "Isn't that like life?" she commented, her face clearing as the thought took hold on her. "We're all hankering after something that we haven't got—or we think we are. Maybe—maybe we'd not like the other thing any better if we did get it, though one's own things always seem awfully commonplace, don't they?" "Murder!" echoed Jaggard, his ruddy face growing pale. "And who, sir--".
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"What in the world did Hannah Ann write to you for?" queried Elinor absently. "She usually sends her weekly reports to me."I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"Pacing the veranda?" echoed Jen, thoughtfully. "Was she fully dressed?"
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CHAPTER VII. THE RIVALS. Maurice went to the window of the room which opened on to the veranda and put on his hat. "You do!" cried Jen, in surprise, "And who told you?" "The devil-stick!" gasped Jen, pointing a shaking finger at the wall. "The devil-stick!".
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