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"Ah, that is what we wish to find out," said the doctor, gravely. "But how do I know? Battersea may be the thief." "Why," said Arkel, fingering his fat chin, "it was raining, as you may remember on that night." "When did you find it?".
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This morning Aunt Bettie came up my front steps before breakfast with a large basketful of things for my dinner, and I wondered what I would have collected to be served to those people by the time all my neighbours had made their prize contributions. It took Aunt Bettie and Jane a half-hour to unpack her things and set them in the refrigerator and on the pantry shelves. One was a plump fruit-cake that had been keeping company, in a tight box, with other equally rich cakes ever since the New Year. It was ripe, or smelt so. It made me feel very hungry. Yes, I suppose it would have been lots better for my happiness if I had kept quiet about it all, but at the time I thought I had better consult him over the matter. Now I'm sorry I did. That is one thing about being a widow, you are accustomed to consulting a man, whether you want to or not, and you can't get over the habit immediately. Poor Mr. Carter, my husband, hasn't been dead much over six years, and I must be missing him most awfully, though just lately I can't remember not to forget about him a great deal of the time. When he vanished round the curve of the drive, Isabella, with a very pale face, turned toward Dido. "Mother's handkerchief, Dido," explained Isabella, interrupting. "The one you bound round my head.".
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