The old man's eyes brightened in anticipation of a feast, and he shuffled off round the corner as quickly as his age would allow him. Dido looked after him for a moment, considering the message he had brought from Dr. Etwald, and then began to think of the devil-stick.,
"It is just as well she is gone," said he, quietly. "It is better that our conversation should be private.",
"You are a prophet of evil, Etwald," said he. "First my poor Maurice, now Miss Dallas.".
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