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Thus ended the momentous interview . Woman and girl pledged their good faith in a warm hand clasp , and Elsie left the office feeling like one from whose shoulders a heavy burden had suddenly dropped . * * * * * '' _ Where _ is Elsie ? '' was Marian Seaton 's desperate inquiry , when at five minutes to eight she entered her room , following a fruitless search for her cousin . `` Search me , '' shrugged Maizie . `` Very likely Weatherbee never said a word to her . I know she had n't as late as luncheon to-day , for I asked Elsie and she said ` No . '