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"I can't say. I haven't examined him. Stunned or drugged, I suppose.",Naskowski nodded a pleased assent, and Patricia sped away.,"Yes, sir. I was not quite asleep, but a kind of dozing in my chair. I don't know what it was made me sleepy, as I was wideawake when you left, sir. But there was a kind of heavy, sleepy smell about.","Who--who--told you?" stammered the young man, as pale as death.,"I don't know," she said, in a stolid tone.,In the hurried words that they exchanged there was a more solid welding of their renewed friendship than the telephone could have accomplished for them in many interviews, and they parted at the end of the allotted five minutes, each with a growing faith in the mercies of that Providence which had led them to a nobler comradeship.,Elinor merely smiled her gentle, affectionate smile, but Patricia rippled out in mocking laughter.,"Well, and what does that prove?","They're so mighty much in earnest that they'll break their necks to do a thing right," retorted Miss Jinny with spirit. "It's their being so serious that makes them play so well.","I do love her," cried David, vehemently. "I have always loved her, and shall continue to do so until the day of my death. All the same, I shall never become her husband.",CHAPTER XVII. THE STORY OF THE NIGHT.,Patricia sighed and stretched herself luxuriantly..