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"The great master," repeated Jen; "you mean Dr. Etwald?","Bruce Haydon!" exclaimed Patricia, astonished. "Why, he's in Italy, isn't he? Elinor had a letter yesterday——",Patricia drew a deep breath.,"If I thought that--. But," added Jen, breaking off, "how did you know that David was in London?",Leaf VIII. Melted.,"Yes. I did not speak truly," stammered Isabella, "but I could not act otherwise. It was to save a certain person.","Why do you speak of her?" asked Maurice, fiercely, while David looked loweringly at Etwald.,"That's because you expect people to be perfect and then, when they show the tiniest human weakness, you declare them demons at once," said Elinor, gayly. "You couldn't expect her to like overhearing them praise me, could you? I think she tried to be very kind, and I admire her tremendously for it.","I do hope they like it and won't be too hard on me," she thought, as she hastened on. "It took a lot of trouble to make all the little figures, but if they'll only let me off from speechifying, I'll feel it was worth it.",It was Elinor's turn to raise misty eyes to the Messenger of the Ideal, and, like Judith, she was silent, busy with this thought.,"Not in de sunlight; dose am de names for de darkness, honey. In de night dey--","How sweet of you to let me see!" she cried impulsively to the houris and queens and beggar-maids that had given her the brief tribute. "I don't believe I know any of you, but I'm just as much obliged as——".