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"Hm." Dr. Quimper pursed up his lips. He was silent for a moment or two, deep in thought. Then he said, almost unwillingly, "It's much simpler, of course, if you say nothing. I can understand what your brothers feel about it. All the same –"
"Yes?"
Quimper looked at her. His eyes had an affectionate twinkle in them.
"I'd go ahead and tell 'em," he said. "You'll go on worrying if you don't. I know you."
Emma flushed a little.
"Perhaps I'm foolish."
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Girl! You, girl! Come in here."
Lucy turned her head, surprised. Old Mr. Crackenthorpe was beckoning to her fiercely from just inside a door.
"You want me, Mr. Crackenthorpe?"
"Don't talk so much. Come in here."
Lucy obeyed the imperative finger. Old Mr. Crackenthorpe took hold of her arm and pulled her inside the door and shut it.
"Want to show you something," he said.
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