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"I understand," said Maurice, with a shrug. "It seems hopeless to contest this decision of a diseased and feeble mind. I can understand Dido stopping my marriage, as she wants to retain her sinful influence over Isabella; I can understand Mrs. Dallas, weak and silly, being dominated by this negro Jezebel; but I can't understand why David is chosen as the future son-in-law. If he marries Isabella, he will no more put up with Dido than I should have done.","It's your affair, Norn," she demurred. "You ought to do the talking.","Ah, that is what we wish to find out," said the doctor, gravely. "But how do I know? Battersea may be the thief.",They sat in absolute silence, absently watching the occupants of the now nearly deserted tables straggle out in twos and threes, until the room was quite empty, and Patricia could bear it no longer.,She broke off suddenly, smiling a wistful smile at the two others.,"I never follow any one's example, major," he said, dryly. "It is always my custom to act independently.","Rather peculiar, don't you think, seeing that he must necessarily have been ignorant of your visit on that night?","I tell 'ee I found it, I did," growled Battersea, becoming restive under the constant questioning. "Found it near the gate of Missus Dallas' place.","I daresay," replied Maurice, coolly. "The more so, as I believe he has stolen the devil-stick.",Upon her Dido exercised a powerful, and it must be confessed, malignant influence. She had fed the quick brain of the girl with weird tales of African witchcraft and fanciful notions of terrestrial and sidereal influences. Isabella's nature was warped by this domestic necromancy, and had she continued to dwell in the West Indies, she might almost have become a witch herself. Certainly Dido did her best to make her one, and taught her nursling spells and incantations, to which the girl would listen fearfully, half-believing, half-doubting. But her residence in England, her contact with practical English folk, with the sunny side of life, saved her from falling into the terrible abyss of African superstition; and how terrible it is only the initiated can declare. It only needed that she should be removed from the bad influence of the barbaric Sybil to render her nature healthy and fill her life with pleasure.,"Yes, sir. The major told me to always air the room during dinner.","Still, in case," she insinuated with a giggle. "I don't think it would be such a bad sort of thing, do you, Norn?".