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"But I'll spoil her designs in that quarter," muttered Maurice, as his thoughts led him to this conclusion. "Isabella shall not be dragged down to the level of her mother. I shall marry her, and so destroy the influence of that vile negress.",Patricia broke in on her dismal forebodings with a rippling, silvery laugh.,"Return to my house and see Etwald!",The gay little song persisted, much to the dissatisfaction of the severe monitor, Miss Green, whose fat and lugubrious countenance took on a deeper shade of gloom at every hushed note that trembled in Patricia's rounded throat.,CHAPTER XVII. THE STORY OF THE NIGHT.,Jen rose to leave the room, more wounded than he chose to confess.,Patricia joined in David's peal of laughter. "Shades of Hannah Ann defend us!" she cried, gayly. "Don't spring any more bombs like that on us, Infant. We've got to last till lunch time, anyway.",His presence and question unlocked the major's tongue.,Judith cuddled close to Bruce on the settee while Elinor went for her wraps.,A blue-aproned girl who had been packing her materials in an adjoining locker turned civilly.,Patricia followed her into the big, clay-soiled, dusty room, clutching her new smooth wooden tools with nervous fingers.,"How splendid!" she cried. "Now we'll have a chance to give back a few of the kindnesses she showered on us last summer. Of course we can find a place, and we won't let her come except as our guest, and we'll give her the very best sort of a time we can, to show how glad we are to have her here.".