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"Had we better get the kiddie some thinner night-rigging?" he hastened to ask as I was just about to explode. He knows the signs. "I am no charlatan, major," rejoined Etwald, coolly. "I ask no money for my performance." "Of course he does," cried Jen, wrathfully..
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Evidently it was impossible to extract information from so impenetrable a man. Jen was thoroughly enraged by this display of obstinacy in a quarter where he least expected to find it. Usually sweet-tempered--especially toward his boys--the major quite lost control of his passion at the moment. "That word again!" cried Maurice, in a puzzled voice. "Dido used it when we met Etwald; she repeated it to me before I left. Voodoo! Voodoo! What does it mean, Uncle Jen?" "Oh, Patricia!" she cried in Patricia's ear, but the words died into the tempest. And from then on for hours and hours I was strapped to a torture wheel that turned and turned, minute after minute, as it ground spice and sugar and bridal meats and me relentlessly into a great suffering pulp. Could I ever in all my life have hungered for food and been able to get it past the lump in my throat that grew larger with the seconds? And if Alfred's pudding tasted of the salt of Dead Sea fruit this evening, it was from my surreptitious tears that dripped into it..
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