"Find out in the morning how she feels about it," said Elinor, switching off the light. "I'm pretty sure she'll want to go.",
Here Jen looked suddenly at Etwald, and recalled the dinner at which the doctor had read the dead man's hand. Then he had prophesied ill of Maurice--an ill which it would seem had been fulfilled. Now, with equal curtness, he was prognosticating evil for Isabella. Vexed at such croakings, Jen spoke abruptly:,
"Then let her see the police, sir, although I don't agree with you. She is not the woman to put a rope round her own neck--black as it is.".
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