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"Now, don't let's waste time," said David briskly. "Where are we bound first? How about taking a peep at the art-joint? Do you allow visitors in the morning?","Be careful lest he goes away.",Elinor laughed her low ripple. "We didn't find Francis Edward David till the middle of December, and it's now the third week in January. I don't think we've let much grass grow under our feet.","So I understand; but did Dr. Etwald bring it to the house with him?",Judith clapped her hands. "We'll go, won't we, Bruce, and Elinor, and Miss Jinny?" she asked, whirling to each authority in turn. "We'll see dear, delectable Greycroft and have our picnic in the barn?","Ay," thought Jen, as he stood by the bed, "or until the man dies. If he dies without regaining his senses, we will never know the truth.","Within the gates?" asked the major, much agitated.,"Oh, Miss Pat!" she cried in an ecstasy. "I've made good, and I can write to Bruce and tell him!","No. I'll see Isabella, and hear what she has to say. She loved Maurice, and will aid me to avenge his death.",Judith tossed her mane. "Don't call names," she responded, hiding the gratified smile that lurked in the corners of her mouth. "You'd think of things, too, if you didn't talk quite so much, Miss Pat. It's dreadfully hard to talk and think at the same time.","Yes," he replied, in a hesitating manner, as of one unused to speech. "She came to the library window ten minutes ago, having escaped from the custody of her mother and Dido. Quite hysterical, as you see, and bent upon seeing our poor dead lad. To pacify her I brought her, but as you see--","I shall be delighted, Mr. Haydon," she said primly, to the great gratification of Judith, who had previously arranged this incident..