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"Who was it, do you know, Griffin?" she inquired in a lowered tone. "Are you speaking about the lunch room?" she asked in a pleasant contralto voice. "I can show you where it is, but you'll have to bring your lunch with you. There are gas stoves to cook on in the back room, and tables and chairs in the front one, if you're not too late to get a place." "From whom?".
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