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`` For further information inquire of Miss Brent , '' advised Emma , shrugging her shoulders . `` I will , '' sighed Grace . `` I seem fated to puzzle over hard questions , do n't I ? '' It was half-past four o'clock when Jean Brent entered the office where Grace sat idly turning the leaves of a magazine . `` Sit down , Miss Brent , '' invited Grace . Then in her usual direct fashion , `` I am ready to listen to anything you wish to say . '' Jean Brent flushed , then the color receded from her fair skin , leaving her very pale .