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Judith, who had muffled the sparkling stream of Patricia's nonsense, drew her hand away with a little squeal. "What!" cried Jen, interrupting sharply. "Did Dr. Etwald know about it also?" "Because I had one, Dido.".
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"Good Lord, Miss Dallas! You here? At this hour!"I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
Judith gave an impatient wriggle, but it was Patricia again who spoke.
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"Yis. It ole Dido," she said. "But ole Dido not lost. Dat great massa, he look after ole Dido." Angered by the selfish way in which David had acted, Jen did not communicate his discoveries to the young man. During the night he took counsel with himself, and the next morning he acted upon the plans which he had formed. These were, to see Dido and force the truth from her, to send Battersea to Deanminster to fetch both Arkel and Dr. Etwald to "Ashantee," and finally to communicate his discoveries to the inspector and get him to arrest Etwald. Once in prison, and the doctor, intimidated by a fear of death at the hands of justice, might confess his crimes, and his reasons for committing them. This straightforward course was the only one to pursue. Dido looked sullenly at the fire. "I think you ought to use better language, Miss Pat, now that you are going to be a sculptor," said Judith severely, and then broke into open delight. "We'll go, won't we, Elinor? We wouldn't disappoint David, would we? On his birthday, too.".
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