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IT would have been hard, Nona Manford thought, to find a greater contrast than between Lita Wyant's house and that at which, two hours later, she descended from Lita Wyant's smart Brewster.
"You won't come, Lita? " The girl paused, her hand on the motor door. "He'd like it awfully."