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But Jaggard was far from the condition of connected thought or coherent words. He turned and tossed upon his poor bed with bright eyes, burning skin and babbling tongue. His head was swathed in bandages, and the housemaid who watched beside him had frequently to replace the clothes he tossed off in his violent movements. This nurse was a sickly, dark-eyed creature, who was strongly attached to Jaggard; and it was her love for him that made her proffer her services to look after him, and that chained her to his bedside. She reported to her master that Dr. Etwald had been in that morning, and was coming again in the afternoon, but that there was nothing to be done until the delirium had expended itself. "I'm not so sure that it makes a bit of difference," said Patricia carelessly. "I've heard of people miles apart having the same idea at the same time. Patents are always being duplicated, you know." "That gives me the creeps," she remonstrated. "I don't like it. It sounds like funerals and ghosts——".
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"Rain," said Jen, drawing back, "All the better; there will be no spies about, and you can take Miss Dallas home without being observed." "Find out in the morning how she feels about it," said Elinor, switching off the light. "I'm pretty sure she'll want to go." "As if I'd publish it on the housetops!" she cried in infinite disdain. "It's plain you aren't much up in detective stories." "Yes," said Jen to himself that night, as he retired to bed, "to-day I have learned sufficient to implicate Etwald; to-morrow I shall be able to convict him. Dido must confess or go to prison.".
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