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Again I ask myself the question why his friendliness to Alfred Bennett's letters always makes me so instantly cross.,Judith put the key in its lock, turned it easily and then swung the door wide, but before the others could catch even a glimpse of the interior, she gave a little squeaking cry and rushed in, leaving the door to bang after her.,After she had said good-bye and they Were waiting at the curator's desk, Elinor spoke musingly.,Jen drew back a step and looked at his ward with marked surprise.,"She wants Isabella to marry David.","I studied with Bruce Haydon last summer," she said. "He got me in here.","Did he apologize for his use of it before or after the explanation?" was Jen's final question.,Seeing from her looks that she was too distraught to be argued with, Jen led her out of the library and into the dead man's room. Then he uttered a cry, which was echoed by a wild shriek from the girl.,"Literary grandmother!" exclaimed Patricia scornfully. "She's a conceited chicken that thinks she's a nightingale because she can peep louder than some. Wait till you've had some of your stuff printed, Judy, before you boast. Anyone can scribble——","About that, sir. I lighted it just after dinner, while you and the major were over your wine, so to speak, sir.",What brought me to consciousness was his fumbling with the lace on that blue muslin relict of a sentiment. The lace had got caught on his sleeve buttons.,"What did she do?" asked Patricia eagerly..