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Elinor told her that Bruce was in Italy, getting his studies for the Français Society's panel of early Italian history. "It's all ship-shape now," whispered Patricia as they scrambled down from the stools whereon they had perched to accomplish their purpose. "Aren't we in luck? Not a soul even saw us come in." "Then don't address me!".
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"He's a Russian refugee," she said, triumphantly, and as she quickly covered her work again, and they passed out through the little side entrance, she told them the tragic scrap of the model's history that had sifted through the gossip of the work room. CHAPTER XI THE LITTLE RIFT "There isn't any table—" she had begun, still with slight protest in her voice, when Bruce ushered them up the narrow vertical stair to the larger room above where more tables and windows made a cozy dining place for about a dozen people. "I'm tired of your enigmas," he cried, angrily. "What is it you wish to tell me?".
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