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Jen was about to explain when he remembered the necessity of keeping silent concerning the visit of Isabella to the house. "I don't know anything about the devil-stick. I never saw it; but with regard to the perfume I can explain. I was ill on that night, as you know, and Dido applied some of her negro remedies; among them the perfume with which that handkerchief of my mother's was saturated. It was bound across my forehead to soothe the nerves. During my journey to your house I snatched it off, and--" Patricia broke in on her dismal forebodings with a rippling, silvery laugh..
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