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And having made this explanation, Dido folded her arms, and waited in scornful silence to hear what her accuser had to say. He considered the absolute absurdity of her story, which, on the face of it, was a manifest invention, and one which, it would seem, was supported by the testimony of Isabella. "Isabella killed Maurice!" said Jen, pushing back his chair. "Impossible, doctor. You must be mistaken." "Miss Dallas, I know no more than you do; but he evidently desires to make a clean breast of this whole miserable business." "You nebber marry him, missy. Nebber, nebber!".