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Jen rose to his feet and stretched out one hand toward Arkel.,As the curtain was drawn from the long canvas Patricia's eyes were on the faces of those in whose impressions she was most interested, and they gave her great satisfaction. Mrs. Bingham's eyes were wide and startled as those of the small hen who discovers that her ungainly child is really a white swan.,"It may have been an afterthought.",Fortunately he was not forced to sorrow alone; toward midday David arrived from town, filled with grief and surprise at the untimely end of Maurice. He found the major in the library, and grasped him by the hand with genuine sorrow.,"Assuredly. You loved Maurice--","—and all these years I have walked the world, blindfolded to its loveliness with the blackness that came to me when I found that you—","Really! But all this evidence is circumstantial. Have you searched my house?","That black devil, Dido, sir," replied Jaggard, faintly.,Naskowski, on his way to the modeling room, paused to answer Patricia's question.,Elinor smiled a wistful little puckered smile. "Perhaps I am rather lop-sided in my feelings," she confessed. "I always feel so dreadfully sorry for the wrong-doers, and the less they care the sorrier I am.","I swear, on my sacred honor, that Maurice Alymer was killed by Max Etwald!","Wise Judy," commended Patricia. "You've discovered half the secret. But here's Elinor, like patience on a monument, with David's letter in her lily-white paw. What does he say, Norn? Is he coming to town this month as he promised? Does he like Prep as well as he did——".