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"No. I can understand your anger from your point of view.",Judith's dismayed exclamation cut short her account of the activities at Greycroft.,"The law, Major Jen?" said Mrs. Dallas, alarmed.,Bruce laughed good-naturedly as he shook hands.,"You'd better go to sleep," said Patricia, smoothing the white brow with deft fingers. "I'll keep everything quiet, so that you can sleep it off as you used to be able to. I hope you'll be all right in the morning.","Ay," thought Jen, as he stood by the bed, "or until the man dies. If he dies without regaining his senses, we will never know the truth.","The devil-stick!" gasped Jen, pointing a shaking finger at the wall. "The devil-stick!","Fellows were in a hurry," he explained good-naturedly, as he shook hands with a grip that made her wince. "Couldn't keep you girls waiting, anyway. Hullo, Elinor, how's the artist lady? Hullo, kid, give us your paw. Don't need to ask you how you are—you look out of sight.","Hush," cautioned Patricia, using her eyes industriously. "It must be all right, or Bruce wouldn't have brought us. I like it. The floor is sanded, Judy! And those people at the snippy little tables under the stairs are French—just hear them gabble to the waiter.",But Patricia, with a laugh, broke from her and lifted the curtain.,"We can ring if Bruce has no other key," said Elinor hastily. "She'll surely let us in.","How perfectly heavenly!" exclaimed Patricia, with rapture. "I wish I'd been there to hear it.".