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She washed her tools in the grimy tanks of the clay room, more in love with it every minute, and when she joined Elinor at their lockers, she was fairly bursting with enthusiasm.,"Shall we go on or wait for him here?" asked Isabella in a whisper.,She had her reward in Doris' dazzling smile, and her assurances that she would do all she could to make Elinor's vindication speedy and thorough.,Elinor intercepted them at the bottom just as they were preparing for a third flight.,"I did so, and she referred me to you.","What, David, back again!" he said, ignoring the question asked by Sarby. "So you did not stay to dinner?","You mean that she is jealous of Elinor?" asked Patricia, opening her eyes very wide. "Why, Elinor is only a beginner, and she's studied abroad!",Elinor paused in her hair brushing, and sank down on the stool, absently propping her chin on her brush.,"I cannot guess," said Isabella, for the second time. "But now that I have told you all, major, what do you intend to do?","It is strange that a lady's name should be thus introduced," said Jen, annoyed at the tone of the conversation. "Let us drop the subject. Another cigar, Maurice. David, the wine is with you. Dr. Etwald--","Isabella killed Maurice!" said Jen, pushing back his chair. "Impossible, doctor. You must be mistaken.","What is your name?" she asked, in a high, squeaking voice that Patricia failed to recognize..