"How did she get into the room?",
"She used to be," was Judith's frank reply. "But since you've become an artist, like Aunt Louise, she fairly adores you!",
"I have seen it," corrected Etwald, with professional calmness, "the poor fellow is dead, major--dead from blood-poisoning.".
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