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"Oh!" said the major, in a satirical tone. "You found it? Where?","I did not, however, Jaggard. I fell asleep in the library, after Mr. Sarby had gone to bed; and, of course, I had every confidence in you.","Quite right, quite right!" broke in Major Jen, heartily. "I want Maurice to marry.","But," she protested, raising herself on one elbow. "It wasn't true, what Mr. Benton said about your design. Why don't you tell him so, Elinor?",Taking the girl by the hand, David led her toward the window. She was in a half-dazed condition, the result of the strong excitement which had impelled her to make this midnight visit, and her nerves being thus dulled, she surrendered herself passively to the guidance of David. Only at the window did she pause and look steadfastly at the major.,"It pleases you to be mysterious, David. Shortly I shall insist upon an explanation.","What is your name, man?" demanded Jen, commencing in the orthodox manner.,"No, no, I didn't mean that," returned Bruce hastily. "I was thinking of something else.","Or to kill men with," rejoined Jen, ironically; "or to drug the watchers of the dead.",They followed the general exodus upstairs, feeling more and more at home with every step.,Patricia was only too glad to give in. "That makes it perfectly simple, then," she said gratefully. "I'm tremendously obliged to you for helping me out.",Doris Leighton's pretty eyes widened. "What in the world do you mean?" she asked with such real interest that Patricia gladly rushed into the tale of the kidnaping of her five-year-old twin brother, and how he had been given up as dead for all the long years until the chance discovery of his identity revealed him to them at the very time when they were most in need of him. She did not dwell on the financial reinforcement that he brought to them, feeling instinctively that the knowledge of their straitened means would lower them in Doris Leighton's estimation, but drew a lively picture of the jolly Christmas party they had had at Greycroft, and the happy future they were looking forward to in their life together..