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CHAPTER XI TROUBLE,"It is to be regretted you cannot like England, as you have made up your mind to live in it; and yet I think——" She pauses.,"Voodoo!" said Dido again, and showed her teeth in anything but a pleasant fashion.,Maurice looked frightened. "I wasn't pokin' fun at the charm, Bill, cross my heart, I wasn't," he said earnestly.,“Now we are saved,” said Tellef.,Violet, watching her, notes the tumult in her mind, and, seeing how her will gains mastery over her desire, honors her for her self-control.,"And severe-looking? You said she was like you.",Patricia, Hannah Ann, and the Haldens met on the blue rug, and Patricia was the first to find her voice.,Happy we'll be!,Mrs. Wilson stood, the picture of amazement. "Have you gone stark and ravin' crazy, Anson?" she asked sternly. Then, anger mastering her, she reached for the broom standing in the corner. Anson promptly made his escape, but as he passed the open window, he gazed wildly in at his mother and cried again: "Don't you have nuthin' to do with that gold, Ma. If you do we'll all get burnt up in our beds, er get clawed to tatters!",Mrs. Newman smiled knowingly; she was familiar with his type, here to-day and gone to-morrow, with falling in love a convenient habit to give zest to the round of vaudeville performances. Mr. Zalhambra caught her smile of incredulity and murmured, “This time it is really fatal.”,"You are tired," says he, tenderly..