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The newcomer raised her pale eyebrows. "Absent-minded as ever, I see, Howes," she said with a whimsical sort of fondness in her peculiar voice. "Better run off to the head class before you forget where you're due.","What I say, Mr. Alymer! You--admire Miss Dallas?",The hours dragged heavily along in that house of mourning. The body of the dead man lay in the little chamber which looked out upon the laurel-encircled lawn. It was covered with a white sheet, the hands were folded upon the breast, and flowers had been laid thereon by the major. Over the face a handkerchief had been thrown, as the once handsome features were so discolored as to be absolutely repulsive to the sight. There was something terrible in the rigidity of the long form, stretched out so stiffly under the sheet. In the chamber candles were burning, and Jaggard was watching near the corpse. He was to watch throughout the night.,Patricia grabbed the sheet before Judith could set down her glass, and she read it aloud, with great enjoyment.,"He took away the body of Mr. Alymer, and you helped him?",Patricia watched her with studious eyes as she pinned on her hat and hurried into her wraps, holding forth the while in an exultation most unusual to her.,"As to that," he said, "we are by no means certain that they are the same.","Do get on, Miss Pat," urged Judith, folding her napkin. "I've got to get to school sometime this morning, you know.","H'm!" said Maurice. "It is devil-worship, pure and simple.","It is an omen!" said the major, "an omen of good!",After this enigmatical remark he hurriedly left the room, for the purpose, without doubt, of escaping further questioning. His demeanor completely puzzled Jen, who could not make out the meaning of his conversation. Evidently David knew something which he was unwilling to reveal--something which might lead to the solution of the profound mystery which enwrapped the death of Maurice and the extraordinary disappearance of his body.,"Thank you, Molly, all them things is what I want, but you oughter have bringed more'n that for three days not being here with me.".