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Naskowski, on his way to the modeling room, paused to answer Patricia's question. "Do you really want to go?" asked Patricia, beaming. "The modeling room's open, and you can always see the antique." "Well, the old fury sees what you want, my dear lad, and so she is determined that Isabella shall marry David and not you. To accomplish her aims she went through some hocus-pocus of devilry, or fortune-telling, or incantation, and discovered that if Isabella marries you, Mrs. Dallas will die.".
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"M. D.!" said the major to himself. "Margaret Dallas, the mother of Isabella. How did her handkerchief come into the room on that night? And the perfume?" "It is an omen!" said the major, "an omen of good!" "Do you know that it's Sunday morning, and I ought to be reading my two chapters?" she demanded severely. "This town life is making me forget my religion already, and as for you, you worldly-minded young sinner, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, beguiling me with your heathenish dance parties. Go along now and let me get my mind in order again." "No, no, I didn't mean that," returned Bruce hastily. "I was thinking of something else.".
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