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Across the lawn there crept a wizen, gray-haired little man, with a cringing manner. He was white, but darkish in the skin, and there was something negroid about his face. This dwarfish little creature was a tramp, who had become a pensioner of Isabella's. He had attached himself to her like some faithful dog, and rarely failed to present himself at least once a day. "I knew it; I guessed it--the devil-stick." The counsel for the defense objected to the use of the word crime. Nothing, he submitted, had yet been proved..
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"Yes, the devil-stick. I got it from the assassin of Mr. Alymer!" Mrs. Shelly went on with her knitting, but Patricia, who was mending a long rent in her best blouse, looked up with eager interest. "If I can only get them all placed before they come back," she said to herself, as she unwrapped each little bulky parcel. "I hope Naskowski gives me time." "Yis.".
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