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"Haven't heard of it," replied Margaret Howes, with eager interest. "What is it? And who's giving it?",The brow of Sarby grew black, and in his turn he rose to his feet.,I thought Klein was going to do the same thing or worse when I signed the cheque which would be enough to provide him with a new motor-car, but he didn't. He only said politely, "And I am delighted that the trousseau is perfectly satisfactory to you, madame.","A poison-wand!" echoed Etwald, a sudden light showing in his cold eyes. "I never heard of such a thing.","My own dear love," he murmured, softly. "How good of you to meet me.",Miss Green, with a kindly glance at Patricia, puckered up her lips in the circle that only fat, soft-fleshed people can accomplish and laid the impartial finger on them as a sign that no more words were to be wasted, and the class, temporarily attentive to the newcomers, became absorbed again.,"Do you not know what occurred during the time you were insensible?" he asked, gravely.,"Thank you, major. Good-by for the present.","You're as sweet as can be," answered Elinor, with a fond pride in voice and eyes. "You make the dearest Fairy Banou, with these filmy scarfs and draperies! Doesn't she, Miss Jinny?","I am glad to hear it is only 'admire,'" he remarked, slowly, "for had the word been any other I should have resented it.","I agree with you!" remarked the major, sharply. "A man might make a jest of these horrors--as you are doing.","Who's talking about me?" demanded Judith's high treble, and they turned to see her in the doorway, silhouetted against the brilliantly lighted hall..