"Gone! gone!" moaned Isabella, rising. "Oh, my dear, dead lover.",
"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," replied the man, in a weak voice. "I'm sorry, sir, but I couldn't help myself. I was drugged, sir.",
Miss Jinny had a queer look, Patricia thought, as she turned hurriedly away with a murmured excuse about the tea table..
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