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"You aren't going to bring her here?" she queried, a faint flush of shame at the selfishness of her speech creeping into her cheeks.,"No, with regard to the murder.",Elinor laughed and patted the slender hand that pressed the table with such nervous force.,"To shield the assassin?" gasped Jen, thunderstruck. "And who is the assassin?","And does Mrs. Dallas believe that rubbish?" asked Maurice, incredulously.,"Oh, did he though?" cried Patricia, kindling. "How clever of him to see. I thought no one dreamed!","I don't know," she said, in a stolid tone.,There was a murmur of assent and Elinor rose quickly.,Judith shrugged uneasily.,And when that conflagration was lighted in me about my début, Tom did it. I was sitting peaceably in my own summer-house, dressed in the summer-before-last that Jane washes and irons every day while I am deciding how to hand out the first sip of my trousseau to the neighbours, when Tom, in a dangerous blue-striped shirt, with a tie that melted into it in tone, jumped over my fence and landed at my side. He kissed the lace ruffle on my sleeve while I reproved him severely and settled down to enjoy him. But I didn't have such a good time as I generally do with him. He was too full of another woman, and even a first cousin can be an exasperation in that condition.,"What do you mean, major?","It's the best ever," she declared. "I'll 'wagger,' as Hannah Ann says, that you lift the medal.".