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"You'll hear," returned Miss Jinny, settling herself with a jerk. "The green stick with the gold handle which was placed among the weapons here. It is gone. What has become of it?" Patricia gave the stool a whirl, staring discontentedly at the afflicting group. "Ho! ho!" murmured Maurice, rather taken back. "So the art of devil-raising is not a lost one after all. Dido can still call spirits from the vasty deep.".