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” “You and I and Brendon get on all right, don’t we?” Sydney objected. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. " Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. Then a roar of hisses. We pretend we never think of everything that makes us what we are. With something near to horror they found themselves thus confronted. Wood. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her.
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