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"Thank you, major. Good-by for the present.",Patricia drew in her breath with a gasp. She put her hand on the knob of the door and noiselessly turned it.,"Ah! poor Maurice always mistrusted that negress!",Patricia hesitated. "But perhaps you'd rather have an easier costume,—Aladdin's mother, or——","What are you going to do with that lovely old shawl she brought you, Elinor?" she asked, tossing the end of her long braid over her shoulder and yawning luxuriantly. "I'd like to make a party dress of that heavenly silk cloak I got, but it seems like cutting up one's own grandmother.",Miss Green, much mollified by Patricia's ready acknowledgment, beamed over her round spectacles.,"You make me afraid, doctor," she said, impetuously. "Your gaze is disagreeable to me.","What are the names, major?" asked Arkel, anxiously.,Jen was astonished, both at her peremptory tone and her quiet manner. Whatever influence had been at work, it was certainly wonderful how she had calmed down from the nervous, hysterical girl into the reasonable and cool-headed woman. Isabella noted the amazement of the major, and guessing its cause, she explained the reason of the change in her looks, manner and nervous system.,For the next two days Major Jen stayed in his house and watched over the corpse of David. It was laid out in what had been the young man's bedchamber, surrounded by burning candles, and with pale flowers of virginal whiteness scattered on the bed. The whole scene was but a repetition of that which had taken place when Maurice had died. Both young men had perished from the effects of the infernal African poison. Both had perished in the bloom of youth; and on the right hand of each was the fatal wound which had corrupted the blood. But the corpse of David was here. The corpse of Maurice, where? Only Dr. Etwald could answer the question, and he, released on the charge of murder, was now out on bail for the theft of the corpse.,"Don't ask me, major. I would tell you if I could, but it is impossible.","None in the world. Yet she certainly took his life.".