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Patricia shook her head decisively. "I really can't say," he said. "That is a matter which lies in the hands of the girl herself. If she likes you better than David--" "To tell you that we are going away.".
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"Aha, missy," said she, in deep, guttural tones, "you tink ob dat yaller-ha'r'd man!" David left the room and remained absent for some time. On his return he stated that Dido had come with a message from Isabella, and that she refused to deliver it to anyone save the major. Seeing that the negress was thus insistent, and wondering what Miss Dallas might want with him at so painful a time, Jen yielded, and Dido was admitted into the library. She looked taller, more massive, and more sullen than ever, and though she trembled at the sight of Dr. Etwald--who, by the way, kept his dark eyes studiously fixed on her--she was fairly composed when she addressed the major. "And the scratch is made by means of the wand of sleep?" "Y—yes," responded Patricia dubiously. "But I'll never be an artist. I sort of felt that long ago, but now I'm dead certain of it, and it seems like a sham to haul out that effort in the face of Elinor's splendid work.".
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