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"Just last summer with Miss Auborn and Bruce, and then three months at the Academy and with Bruce again," replied Patricia proudly. "Bruce wouldn't let her stay at the Academy all the time. He thinks it's best to work like the old masters used to, in the studio of some artist, doing things right away. He didn't want Elinor's originality to get barnacles, he said.",Patricia nodded approval.,"I don't think so," replied Etwald, dryly. "I saw her do it. So did David.","Yes. To ask if I would see her mistress; a most unnecessary question.","You'll get used to old Bottle Green, all right," said Griffin reassuringly. "Her bark is a whole lot worse than her bite. She's a trump at heart, though she is awful fool on the outside.",The next afternoon when Elinor, completely restored after a day's rest, took out her drawing-board and began to work, Patricia brought out her own study for a final criticism before laboriously lugging it up to the Academy.,"I have been all over the world, Mr. Alymer," parried Etwald, dexterously.,"Nor will you--after midday to-morrow. But you will regret if you do not grant me this interview.","No, not Dr. Etwald, but the person who stole the devil-stick.","Good-by," said Jen, and as the door closed behind the doctor he muttered, "and may the devil go with you, for a greater scoundrel does not exist.","Why no, Mr. Maurice, I can't say as I did.","What do you mean?".