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"You know yourself how hard a time a beautiful young widow has, Mrs. Henderson," he said in the tone of voice that always makes his patients glad to take his worst doses. He got his blessing and me—with a warning.,"Lost! Stolen, you mean," growled Jen, tartly. "That negress--","Why not?" returned Patricia, her fingers busy with Sinbad's girdle. "You can't do two things at once, to do them well. I'm commonplace enough to realize that, but you geniuses go on trying to tear yourselves into little pieces, and then howl because you aren't making masterpieces in every department.","Come, come, boys!" said Jen, annoyed at this scene between two hot-headed young men, who were not yet gifted with the self-restraint of experience.,"Have they anything to do with the death of Maurice?","All you know!" repeated Jen, in a startled tone. "About this crime?","'He or she,'" repeated Jen, slowly. "Dido I mentioned; but 'he!' who is 'he?'","We'll be along in a little while," replied Patricia easily. "Save a seat for us if you can.",But Patricia was impatiently deaf. "Why doesn't he get on?" she whispered testily. "We know all about the conditions of the prize. What we want to know is—oh, Elinor, I'm horribly disappointed. I was afraid Doris Leighton would get it, but you ought to have had Honorable Mention. Griffin's isn't half so good as yours; she said so herself. Can you see what their canvases are like? I'm just so that the light glares on them for me. What's that he's saying now? He's talking about your study.",Patricia flung herself on the fur rug that lay before the empty fireplace.,"African witchcraft! Obi! Fetish worship! The adoration of the bad spirit who catches mortals by the hair. Any one of these things explains the meaning of the term.","And we are going?" she demanded breathlessly. "Oh, say that we are going, Elinor!".