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"Or from Etwald," rejoined Jen. "If I can only succeed in having him arrested he may confess all." "Just a case of permanent glooms, if you ask me," replied Griffin airily. "She loves melancholy, though she is an awfully good sort, too. She gets on my nerves, though, she's so brittle." "What is it?" asked Mrs. Dallas, her curiosity--like that of the major--getting the better of her rage. "Well?" he said at last. "What's the verdict?".