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her busy mind made a note of its own: Hardy, hard to read, makes one ill, try it.

"What did you think of the books I put in your room?" said Roger. He had vowed to wait until she made some comment unsolicited, but he could not restrain himself.

"In my room?" she said. "Why, I'm sorry, I never noticed them!"