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The negress laughed with scornful doubt. "It is an omen!" said the major, "an omen of good!" At first he read and smoked, then he paced up and down, thinking of his dead lad, and finally, as the hands of the clock drew to midnight, he threw himself into a chair, and worn out in body and in mind, the old man slept profoundly. Hour after hour passed in silence; the moon set and the night grew darker, as the wind rose and moaned through the woods round the house. Save the muttering of the breeze and the ticking of the clock not a sound was to be heard in that silent room wherein Jen slept heavily..
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"I have done so, and I have asked Mrs. Dallas also," replied Jen; "but it seems that Dido wasn't out of the house on that night. She was ill--and, oddly enough, I hear, Etwald, that it was you who made her ill." Patricia followed her into the big, clay-soiled, dusty room, clutching her new smooth wooden tools with nervous fingers. Judith caught Elinor's hand, and pressed close, silently adoring. "The tramp then; Battersea?".
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