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Jen rose to his feet and stretched out one hand toward Arkel. "Certainly not," rejoined Etwald, with something like a sneer; "but you are also no detective." "What!" cried Jen, "do you know why David has gone to town?".
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CHAPTER XI. MAJOR JEN, DETECTIVE. Elinor hesitated. "I don't know," she replied slowly, measuring her words. "I can't put my finger on it, but she doesn't seem the same to me as she did at first. She isn't jealous of my poor work, of course, but I can feel a something—a wall or barrier—that she raises up between us whenever my work is spoken of. I felt it when we talked about the subject of the prize designs, and I felt it today more clearly than ever. We can't be friends any more as we were, I'm afraid. Something has come between us. 'The little rift within the lute,'" she quoted sorrowfully. "I wanted money for it, I did," he said huskily, "an' they wouldn't give no tin to me fur findin' it. She," pointing to Lady Meg, "is fond of pretty things, so I guv it her for five shillin'; but she didn't pay me for it." "Yes, but on the charge of stealing the body only. I took it out after hearing the evidence of the tramp, Battersea.".
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