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She laid down the little worn book just as the soft notes of the gong floated up from the lower hall.,Maurice, whose nerves were proof against such fantasies, laughed disbelievingly.,"Do you really want to go?" asked Patricia, beaming. "The modeling room's open, and you can always see the antique.","I know it. She was afraid of me.","I am glad to hear it is only 'admire,'" he remarked, slowly, "for had the word been any other I should have resented it.","We had a great interest in that book," said Elinor smiling, "for he was compiling it when he boarded with us last summer. I'm glad to hear it is out at last. We'll have to get a copy of it, for old times' sake.","Bless her heart!" cried Patricia, with a laugh. "I'd clean forgot that I had any relatives in the world. It's a good thing I have you to keep me straight, Norn. Mercy, what a jam! I don't believe we'll ever get a place at the wash-stands.",Elinor paused in her hair brushing, and sank down on the stool, absently propping her chin on her brush.,"We will come to that later on, if you please," said the major, making a gesture to David to be silent. "You loved her and wanted your rival, Mr. Alymer, out of the way. To do so you had my devil-stick stolen.",After which Etwald bowed his visitor politely to the door of the gloomy old house which he occupied in Deanminster, and Jen returned home, quite baffled as to what could have become of the devil-stick. All his inquiries proved futile, and he was unable even to conjecture how it had disappeared; yet knowing its fatal qualities, he was in constant dread lest it should reappear in connection with a tragedy. Maurice still held to his idea that Dido had taken the wand, but Jen's inquiries proved that the negress had not been out of the house the night in question.,"And why didn't you give it up to the police?",Miss Jinny, at the sight of Patricia fluttering in among them in her white gauzy draperies like some dainty moth, held out a reproving finger..