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"Mrs. Dallas?" cried David, starting from his seat. "Did she steal the devil-stick?" "She hasn't told me anything, sir." "Ask de great massa," said Dido once more..
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"Why, it's like a laundry," exclaimed Patricia in disappointment as she looked about her. The low-ceiled whitewashed apartment into which they had descended from the winding iron stair was sepulchrally bare and empty in the flicker of its noisy gas jets, the rusty gas stoves at its farther end emphasizing its general air of desolation. "I shan't see that black witch," cried the poor major. "David--Etwald, send her away." "Mr. Alymer called, as I said," continued Etwald, "And then I told him that Miss Dallas was ill from being prevented by her mother from seeing him. That I was sorry for the poor young lady, and that I gave up my position as a rival. In fact," added the doctor, "I advised Mr. Alymer to see Miss Dallas and marry her as soon as he could." "Because I guess the name.".
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