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"Of course he does," cried Jen, wrathfully. "What is your name?" she asked, in a high, squeaking voice that Patricia failed to recognize. "Well, sir!" he said in an icy tone to his adopted son, "I am waiting for you to explain this very extraordinary conduct.".
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One after another, the girls mounted the stand beside Elinor, and read the little verses, while the assembly listened, and even the model, decorously cloaked, came from her little room, and with her crocheting in hand sat smiling at the nonsense. Patricia smiled and opened her lips, but the words died away, as Bruce, now with a gayety that bespoke a different sort of announcement, mounted the model stand in the middle of the room, and rapped loudly for attention. Miss Jinny had vainly tried to grab his sleeve as he slipped past her and now stood with an expression of grim martyrdom glaring at Mr. Spicer, who was smiling at her openly and, Patricia thought, heartlessly. "I know the West Indian islands," observed Etwald as they walked into the house, "and this day does remind me a little of the climate there; but it is scarcely hot enough." "I will inform you in a few minutes," replied Lady Meg. "But first tell me if you have found out anything likely to reveal the truth.".
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