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"She's just as happy as a lark," said Miss Jinny to the others. "I was so scared for fear she'd hate town life, but, lands alive, she takes to it like a duck to water. I shouldn't wonder if it did her a lot of good. She's been uncommonly quiet recently, and I believe she's been missing you girls." CHAPTER VIII. A CRY IN THE NIGHT. "You aren't going to bring her here?" she queried, a faint flush of shame at the selfishness of her speech creeping into her cheeks. "No," he replied. "I don't say that exactly, but you must admit that the finding of the handkerchief bound round Jaggard's head is strange.".