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"I can't exactly describe it. A rich, heavy, deadly sort of thing, likely, I should think, to dull the sharpest senses." Naskowski, on his way to the modeling room, paused to answer Patricia's question. "I don't care for her hate," replied Maurice, carelessly. "It is a poor thing, and can not possibly harm me. But I mean to extricate you from her toils, and I don't care how she attempts to prevent our marriage. Surely Mrs. Dallas will not let herself be guided in so important a business by the will and feelings of that black wench.".
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"Well," said Jen, seeing that the man spoke in all good faith, "the body of Mr. Maurice was stolen on that night." Arkel looked up sharply. She paused with a bright, friendly glance on the upturned faces. "Yes, Mr. Alymer. Must! Must! Must! If you want an explanation of that you can ask--" Here Mrs. Dallas paused with a strange smile and added slowly: "Major Jen.".
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