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"Yes. I heard the poor lad's cry," said Jen, simply, "and I ran down at once. You must have been very quick in your movements." "I don't think so," said he, with conviction. "Why should he kill Maurice?" "Quite plain," agreed the major, "saving the presence of the perfume similar to that of the devil-stick.".
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Lastly Etwald. It is difficult to describe the indescribable. He was austere in face, like Dante, with hollow cheeks, and a pallid hue which told of midnight studies. If he had passions, they could not be discerned in his features. Eye and mouth and general expression were like a mask. What actually lay behind that mask no one ever knew, for it was never off. His slightly hollow chest, his lean and nervous hands, and a shock of rather long, curling hair, tossed from a high forehead, gave Etwald the air of a student. But there was something sinister and menacing in his regard. He looked dangerous and more than a trifle uncanny. Physically, mentally, morally he was an enigma to the bovine inhabitants of Deanminster and Hurstleigh. I withered him with a look, or rather tried to wither him, for Tom is no mimosa bud. "Must!" repeated Maurice, with great indignation. "How could she?" wondered Patricia, feeling awed by this devotion to art..
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