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"I beg your pardon, Molly," he exclaimed, and his face was redder than mine, and then it went white with mortification. I couldn't stand that. Here Maurice set down his cup with a crash, and strode across the room, where he faced Etwald in no very pleasant frame of mind. CHAPTER III. DIDO..
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"By blackmailing? I see. I suppose he hung on behind." "And the scratch is made by means of the wand of sleep?" "The watchers of the dead!" echoed Mrs. Dallas, with a start. "The latter. You must know, Maurice," continued the major, "that Mrs. Dallas, though well born and well married, is an extremely ignorant woman. She was brought up mostly by Dido's grandmother, who was the most accursed old witch in Barbadoes, or out of it for the matter of that. This old hag instilled into the mind of Mrs. Dallas all kinds of superstitions in which she really believes. When the grandmother died Dido became nurse to Isabella, and private witch of the Dallas household. She is clever--wonderfully clever--and she has continued her grandmother's system of terrorizing both Mrs. Dallas and Isabella.".
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