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"Oh," cried Jen, recalling Dido's denial, "she knows of that, does she?" "I have given you the message," said Jen, sharply. "Tell her I'll see her to-morrow. And now, Dido, I want to know what you have to do with this crime?" "Oh, I think so. I have a means of compelling her to marry me." "Lost! Stolen, you mean," growled Jen, tartly. "That negress--".