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"Oh, hang Dido!" cried Maurice, vigorously. "I wish she would mind her own business." "Isabella killed Maurice!" said Jen, pushing back his chair. "Impossible, doctor. You must be mistaken." Patricia and Elinor swept a swift, remembering glance at the pale, eager face, and the memory of that scene in the old bookroom at Greycroft, when Judith had the vision of her future, flashed into each mind. They had had no laughter then for Judith's prophecy of her literary career, and so now they had only instant sympathy with their little sister's enthusiasm..
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"Swear," said he, "that you will not marry Isabella Dallas until you have discovered and punished the murderer of Maurice." "He went upstairs a few minutes ago to see your servant," replied the inspector, rising. "It must be Tom Hughes' birthday," said Elinor. "But whose ever it is, we are going to celebrate, since we're invited. I'll write 'immejit,' as Hannah Ann says." "Why don't you wish to sell it, Uncle Jen?".
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