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‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. He felt the first sting of the whip. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks.
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