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"Baal! the wand of sleep! the bringer of death!" "Well, never mind Dr. Etwald just now," he said aloud, pointing to a chair. "He has his duties to perform, and I have mine. Sit down, Mr. Arkel. I suppose you wonder why I have sent for you?" "Well, yes. Miss Dallas," returned he, with much deliberation. "I am' satisfied, for the time being.".
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"Yes, the devil-stick. I got it from the assassin of Mr. Alymer!" "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." "Hannah Ann and I have been writing about it for ever so long," she lamented, "and we were having it put just where you wanted it, Elinor, and Henry got the trees from the wood lot, and we were going to have it for a surprise—" She broke off, choking. "Poor thing," exclaimed Griffin. "Did you tell her we all asked for her?".
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