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The door opened. Naturally it all came out then. They got to go home and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself. But it looked as if the boy was not going to be of much use. She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. " Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as death, but he moved not a muscle.
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