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"My word!" breathed Patricia, stirred and chilled in spite of herself. "They're doing it brown this time!" "I wish I were in the night life," she said resentfully. "I envy you, Norn, being among live people." "Well, I think he is really interested now from the way he spent most of his time with her down at the hotel the other night, and I have hopes I never had before. Now, Molly, do put him between you and her, sort of cornered, so he can't even see Ruth Clinton. She is too old for him." And Tom's mother looked at me over the orange-peel as to a confederate..
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Bruce cocked his head mischievously at her. "Not at all," rejoined Jen, coldly. "I can understand her reason for telling the lie. She wanted to shield--" Patricia studied her with eager interest. The bride of half a year was still a bride to her, and the transformation of the limp, bedraggled art student into this languid, elegant young lady was an affair that had its beginnings at Greycroft, for it was under that hospitable roof that Mr. Bingham had first seen Miss Auborn. In the merry Babel of the studio party Mrs. Bingham held her own with a calm assurance that Miss Auborn had not possessed, and when Mr. Bingham, pink and smiling as ever and just a bit more bald, joined them, the air of mild authority with which she welcomed that gentleman impressed Patricia even more strongly. "Why," said Arkel, fingering his fat chin, "it was raining, as you may remember on that night.".
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