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"Go ahead, if you can do it," said a masculine voice at her elbow. "The Academy won't object, I'm sure.","Give notice to the police.",While the major was thus considering what step he should take, David, returning from a long and solitary walk, entered the room. Of late the young man had indulged in these lonely excursions, whence he always returned more melancholy than ever. His fine face was lean and worn, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his manner, formerly noted for its composure, was now nervous and hesitating. On approaching his guardian he saw the devil-stick on the table, and at once his pale face grew yet paler.,"So that was what you were up to?" she said. "I knew you had something on your mind, Judy Kendall, you crafty, clever thing. How perfectly glorious to think you're really in print!","What!" cried Jen, interrupting sharply. "Did Dr. Etwald know about it also?","In that case I am sorry for David," retorted the major.,Bruce cocked his head mischievously at her.,"By Dido, no doubt.","Which have you selected for your future partner, Judy?" teased Patricia, turning to her little sister. "I saw your speculative eye upon them, and I knew you were weighing them well. Which is it to be—Tommy or the Prof?","Must!" repeated Maurice, with great indignation.,Patricia and Elinor puckered their brows over it, but Miss Jinny, craning her head over their shoulders, gave a snort.,Bruce pinched her cheek, with a tolerant laugh..