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"It would be wonderful if you did make a success of it," said Elinor, beginning to put her newly acquired implements into her locker. "How surprised Bruce will be that you are studying here, too.","Nor that, either.","He seems to have been very confidential," said Isabella, scornfully, "and from what I have seen, Dido, he has some influence over you.",Elinor smiled and pulled Patricia down beside her on the stool.,"I think so; it is my belief, David, that Dr. Etwald killed Maurice!",Then the judge and I both laughed. We couldn't help it. The judge leaned farther over the fence, and I went a little nearer before I knew it.,"Oh!" said the major, in a satirical tone. "You found it? Where?",The lips that Patricia had designated as "nice and crinkly" widened in a bright smile that held no hint of hauteur.,"But she can't be very far away," said Jen, hopefully. "I saw her in Deanminster, and thought she had gone there with a message from you.","Isabella, do not be rude!" cried Mrs. Dallas, who had overheard this passage at arms; whereupon the girl, with a defiant glance at her tormentor, left the room.,She followed Elinor into the larger room where a feeble daylight, filtering in through heavily grated basement windows, struggled with the flaring gas jets, and the odor of cocoa and bread and butter mingled with sachet and the fumes of turpentine and paint.,Maurice looked--the devil-stick was gone!.