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"And what about me?" said David. "You forget that I am a third player. Come, Etwald, you have prophesied about Maurice; now read my fate." Miss Jinny had a queer look, Patricia thought, as she turned hurriedly away with a murmured excuse about the tea table. But Patricia shrank from appearing too magnanimous..
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Patricia retreated to the tree, and Doris stood with one hand clutching the cloak and the light strong on her face. She looked more beautiful than ever to Patricia's friendly eyes, and there was a calm strength in her manner that awed while it comforted her. All consciousness of herself was gone, and, Patricia felt, gone forever, and in its place a quiet courage that spoke of conquered pride and vanity and selfishness. Doris Leighton had found herself. "Can we force her by threats to give evidence?" said Jen, angrily. "And the pup-pup-pergola, too," added Patricia mischievously. Bruce opened his eyes and sat up, piercing Patricia with a keen gaze. Evidently he found no reserve behind her words, for he broke into a laugh and shook his head at her..
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