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"No, not Dr. Etwald, but the person who stole the devil-stick.","You're a darling," said Patricia, "and the Lord must be terribly fond of you.",David swore.,"Can you prove him guilty?","Why don't you do something?" cried Patricia again. "Why don't you tell him? Griffin, it wasn't true—that she copied it! You know she'd not do a thing like that!",Patricia gave a gasp of comprehension. "That's what made you so grimy that day Mrs. Halden came in for tea!" she exclaimed.,Miss Jinny gave a snort that almost shook her whiskers off.,Etwald glanced over the warrant and smiled.,"You will see in a few minutes. Miss Dallas, you look pale. I hope soon to bring back the roses to your cheeks. Major--","Oh, Patricia!" she cried in Patricia's ear, but the words died into the tempest.,"Oh, hang Dido!" cried Maurice, vigorously. "I wish she would mind her own business.",Of course, anybody that is anybody would be interested in Father Tiber and the old Colosseum, but what made me forget the one slice of dry toast and the apple was the way he seemed to be connecting me up with all those wonderful old antiquities that had never even seen me. Because of me he had felt and written that poem descriptive of old Tiber, and the moonlight had lit up the Colosseum just because I was over here lighting up Hillsboro. Of course, that is not the way he put it all, but there is no place to really copy what he did say down into this imp book and, anyway, that is the sentiment he expressed, boiled down and sugared over..