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"Lost! Stolen, you mean," growled Jen, tartly. "That negress--" Patricia drew in her breath with a sharp little sigh of satisfied anticipation, but had no more than a murmur for Elinor's rapturous exclamations, so busy was she with the brilliant scene before her. They went up in the little box of an elevator, and as they got out, Bruce jingled his keys invitingly..
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"It is not a woman, but a man. Battersea!" Seeing from her looks that she was too distraught to be argued with, Jen led her out of the library and into the dead man's room. Then he uttered a cry, which was echoed by a wild shriek from the girl. "And you, Mr. Sarby, I can tell from your attitude, from your look; you love Miss Dallas." "Look, Norn, look," she whispered, as Aladdin and his mother, in rustling native embroidered silks, led another Princess of China in bridal procession across the center of the scene, their rich dresses making a bright spot in the shifting medley of color. "She's not half so lovely as you, for all her things are so fine. I wonder who—why, it's Doris Leighton! She never told us what she was going to be; and she knew you were to be the Princess. Isn't it queer?".
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