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"Just look at that mournful creature." Patricia motioned with her eyebrows to the opposite side of the room, where a large, stout young woman in somber cloak and wide-plumed hat was eating her way through a chocolate éclair with just such an air of tragic and settled melancholy as one sometimes sees in a child whose grief is momentarily its most cherished possession.,"And she--she----","A doctor's brougham?","It was a blind, sir; and when she left the room I don't believe she left the house.",Judith, whose eyes were still wide with astonishment, touched her arm.,"No. I'll see Isabella, and hear what she has to say. She loved Maurice, and will aid me to avenge his death.","Then who stole the devil-stick?","Well," said Jen, seeing that the man spoke in all good faith, "the body of Mr. Maurice was stolen on that night.","Yes, but I was wrong; I made a mistake.","I got my criticism! And he said the work was good! Now I can write to Bruce," and her voice rang with a thrilling note of joy that carried Patricia with her.,"You all know," Bruce went on, "that I have been trying an experiment of my favorite theory of art education, but very few of you know how it has progressed. And it is to show you the result that I have lured you here today—to crow over some of you, in fact. The canvas I am going to show you was designed, executed as far as it has gone, entirely by Miss Elinor Kendall, a student of hardly more than nine months' study. The subject is the 'Nativity' and it is designed for a chancel in a small church.",Jen rose to his feet and stretched out one hand toward Arkel..