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"No," he said, at length. "Mrs. Dallas has had nothing to do with it.",The doors of the exhibition room were pushed quickly open as Mr. Benton led the expectant band of students in for their first sight of the prize designs, and Patricia's heart beat fast with the thrilling hope that Elinor's might be among the first in rank.,"Does my face remind you of anyone?" he demanded rather sharply.,They went up in the little box of an elevator, and as they got out, Bruce jingled his keys invitingly.,"No," replied David, still obstinately unconvinced.,"No," said Battersea again. "The poison is dried up.","He was awfully nice," said Patricia enthusiastically. "Architects are so much better scrubbed than art students. He has lovely hair, too. He's tremendously fond of Miriam Halden, did you notice?","I don't think this is very nice," she whispered as Bruce was exchanging a few words with the smiling proprietor in the little cage behind the tiny counter.,Elinor nodded mutely and clasped Patricia's two hands in her own. Bruce took Patricia's other hand in his strong, warm grasp and the three stood for a silent second as much apart from the gay, noisy scene as though a curtain had dropped between them.,"David has gone over to see Lady Meg.",Elinor, who had been quietly going on with her breakfast, laid down her fork.,Major Jen shook it in his usual kindly manner, and moved a step toward the door of the summer-house. All at once he paused and looked back..