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"Dido, is this true?",It's funny how Mrs. Johnson always knows what Mr. Johnson wants before he knows himself and gets it before he asks for it!,"Where did you find it?" he asked, pointing a trembling finger at the terrible piece of evidence.,"My poor uncle," he said in a low voice. "I cannot tell you what I feel. Etwald telegraphed to me the first thing in the morning, and I came down by the earliest train there was. Poor Maurice!--and we parted in anger.",Major Jen threw himself into a chair and frowned.,Margaret Howes glanced at Elinor, as she sat quietly with chin in one pink palm, her brows drawn level and her dark eyes steady and thoughtful.,Elinor rose, and going to her bag that was still dangling from the chair back where she had flung it in her hurried preparation for dinner, took out a cardcase, and drawing forth three square bits of gray cardboard, handed them to Patricia.,"And the man?",Their new acquaintance of the corridor stopped at their table as she, too, made her way out.,Patricia watched her with studious eyes as she pinned on her hat and hurried into her wraps, holding forth the while in an exultation most unusual to her.,"I shan't see that black witch," cried the poor major. "David--Etwald, send her away.",Elinor merely stirred and mumbled something indistinct, much to the contrite Patricia's relief..