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Patricia halted by the chair at a side table where her name card lay. Her eyes were fastened on Judith with a peculiarly penetrating gaze, and her firm grasp detained the arm that would have escaped. "Isn't it lovely and mysterious?" murmured Elinor, pausing to enjoy the sense of isolation that the obscurity of the blurred lamps emphasized. "I almost hate to lift the curtain. It may be so disappointing." I don't know how I managed to answer Mrs. Johnson's call from my front gate, but I sometimes think that women have a torture-proof clause in their constitutions..
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I didn't look at him directly, but I felt his hand shake with the letter in it. Griffin was just ending the sentence that had hurried the fleeting pictures through her mind when Patricia slipped away unnoticed into the hall, where she flung on a cape and soft hat of Judith's and softly let herself out. "It isn't anything to kill for, Miss Pat," she rippled. "It's merely the Academy ball that takes place next week——" "Well," said Jen, seeing that the man spoke in all good faith, "the body of Mr. Maurice was stolen on that night.".
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