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Bobbie Williegilt. Then she said that she would let me
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and when the Rollers Club fellow who sat across from Mrs. Radigan cut an ace and remarked calmly,
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Of course it's ten cents a point, I replied,
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Of course, but my temperature went up to about 120. I would carry Miss Wherry's 200 avoirdupois with a glad heart any day, but her score at bridge is a load I should shudder to assume again. She made it
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on two aces and a queen, with a short suit of hearts, depending on her partner to have something, and when I laid down a jack high hand she was awfully good-natured about it and said she forgave me. Then she lost one of her three tricks by leading out of the wrong hand. When I made it