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"Well," said Lady Meg, "it would seem that the devil-stick is the center of this mystery." The curator smiled at her eagerness. "The library panel will be announced at noon on Tuesday in the first antique room," he said. "And the modeling class will be notified immediately before, while the class is still in session." They followed the general exodus upstairs, feeling more and more at home with every step..
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