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Patricia, Hannah Ann, and the Haldens met on the blue rug, and Patricia was the first to find her voice.,"Quite right, quite right!" broke in Major Jen, heartily. "I want Maurice to marry.",Her eyes strayed about, resting on one group after another till they lighted with sudden interest.,"Why should it be strange?",Maurice paused, reflected, and looked anxiously at Jen.,"Stuff and nonsense!" growled David, hotly. "He'd know better than that.","I'll choose the song," she announced, gayly. "I've heard a lot of howling already this evening.","What, the black witch? Bah! She is only a servant.",A curtain interposed between the head of the patient and the light of the window. This Jen drew aside, and lightly removed the outside wrappings of the wound. The housemaid looked on in horror, for she did not dare to prevent her master from meddling, yet she felt sure that he was doing wrong. But Jen was bent on making the discovery as to whom the handkerchief belonged; and in a few minutes he had the outside bandages removed, and saw the handkerchief discolored with dry blood lying over the wound. With deft fingers he lightly touched the four corners. In one of them were the initials "M. D.","There she is," she said ardently. "You can't deny, Elinor, that she's terribly good to look at. Why, the very way she manipulates that frilly napkin reconciles me to my food. I declare I'm twice as hungry as I was before.",Miss Jinny had a queer look, Patricia thought, as she turned hurriedly away with a murmured excuse about the tea table.,"No more of that. Dido. You know that I love Maurice; I wish to marry him. Why are you so bitter against him?".