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"Dear me!" said Jen, with a sympathetic look. "Ah! poor Maurice always mistrusted that negress!" CHAPTER XII. THE STRANGE PERFUME..
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"The groun's, near the gate." Battersea was cringing, dirty, and altogether an unpleasant object to look upon; but Isabella was sorry for the creature, and aided him with food and a trifle of money. It may be here mentioned that Battersea, although he knew nothing of Obi, was terribly afraid of Dido. Perhaps some instinct in the negro blood--for he undoubtedly had something African in his veins--made him fear this unknown priestess of fetish worship. When nine o'clock rang from the church tower across the park she laid down her tools with an air of great content. "I do," replied Jen, decisively. "But the evidence--ah, the evidence. Well," he added, after a pause, "I have something to go on, in this refilled devil-stick, and the saturated handkerchief.".
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