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"The law, Major Jen?" said Mrs. Dallas, alarmed. "But you filled the devil-stick with fresh poison?" "That is enough," interrupted Mrs. Dallas, rising in a cold fury. "I want no further speeches from you. Go to your room, Isabella. Mr. Alymer, your way lies yonder," and with a swift gesture she pointed to the window..
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"I don't understand you." "I should have wrung the truth from the villain to-day," thought Jen, as he paced the room. "But to-morrow! To-morrow! He shan't leave this house until he confesses what he has done with the remains of my poor boy. Ghoul that he is, wretch and scoundrel." Judith's face had been undergoing swift changes during this short speech, but now it cleared and a beatific expression shone upon it. "I know, I know--the devil-stick perfume.".
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