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However, if I should undertake to be all the things Judge Wade said in that letter he wanted me to be to him, I should soon be skin and bones from mental and physical exercise. Still, he does live in Hillsboro, and I won't let myself know how my heart aches at the thought of leaving my home—and other things. It's up in my throat, and I seem always to be swallowing it, the last few days.,CHAPTER III. DIDO.,The negress started and threw up her hands in surprise.,"You can marry Isabella now," he said, bitterly.,Here David, who had been fidgeting with his cigar, broke in impatiently.,"Souls have muscles, the same as bodies do, and they need exercise," agreed Bruce thoughtfully. "I know lots of fellows who are failures through having too much money. It's a dangerous thing to let your soul get seedy.","In the house of Major Jen. In a little room, on the wall, with swords and axes.",Dido shrugged her shoulders.,"But why did you wish to act in this generous manner?",It was a brisk, sunny day, and they were waiting for Elinor on the steps of the Academy. Judith was looking very happy, and Patricia, while she had a perturbed air, was no less triumphant in her manner.,"Lost! Stolen, you mean," growled Jen, tartly. "That negress--","I do, however," muttered Jen, divining that Dido had taken the usual route back to "The Wigwam.".