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When the last verse had been read and the laughter died down, Griffin raised her voice again. "Yes," assented Arkel, with a nod, "a brougham." "Well, yes," returned Jen, with a thought upon the rapping of Isabella upon the window. "It does not take much to waken me.".
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"I'll let you open the door—for luck, Judy," he said, holding out a key. "See if you can guess which door it belongs to." "Do you wish to order, sir?" That it was a crime he was certain, for there was no reasonable idea to suppose that Maurice had committed suicide. He had left for Deanminster hardly three hours before, full of health and spirits; and now he was dead. A dead body, a lonely road--all the evidence of an atrocious assassination having been committed, and not one trace of the assassin. Undoubtedly the twice-uttered cry had come from Maurice, and as Jen had raced out of the house after the first time he heard it, he must have reached his boy almost immediately after he died; before, so to speak, the body had time to grow cold. Yet the strange part of the affair was that the body was cold, and that there did not seem to be any wound whereby the murder could have been achieved. She said good-night absently, and Patricia, watching her hurry down the frosty street, found herself wondering at the subtle barrier that she could feel so keenly, while she yet tried to disbelieve..
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