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Doris Leighton, with a rather flushed face, leaned forward as Patricia spoke and touched her on the shoulder.,"Really!" said Etwald, with pointed satire. "Was I as cruel as that!",Patricia, Hannah Ann, and the Haldens met on the blue rug, and Patricia was the first to find her voice.,CHAPTER XV. CROSS-EXAMINATION.,"I know what I am doing," he would say, a trifle tartly, "and I prefer to keep my own counsel. If the murderer of my dear boy can be found, he or she will be found by me. If the wretch who stole his body can be discovered, I am the man to make that discovery. How I intend to set about it is my own affair.",Elinor laid her hands on the table and Patricia could see that the fingers were twisted together until the knuckles showed white.,"Put him down now, Mrs. Molly, and come and say other how-do-you-does," he called softly.,"You aren't going to bring her here?" she queried, a faint flush of shame at the selfishness of her speech creeping into her cheeks.,"'An Arabian Nights Entertainment,'" read Patricia, mumbling in her haste. "'No guests admitted unless in costume' … m-m-m-m … 'The Sultan Haroun-al-Raschid' … Oh, I see! We can rig up in anything we choose,—so that it looks sort of Turkish. Dee-licious! I know what to do with my rose-colored cloak right now!","To see Dr. Etwald, I suppose?",She said good-night absently, and Patricia, watching her hurry down the frosty street, found herself wondering at the subtle barrier that she could feel so keenly, while she yet tried to disbelieve.,"You must be, if you know who killed Maurice, yet refuse to confess," retorted Jen, with some heat. "Will you tell me the truth? I ask you for the last time.".