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"Dido," cried Mrs. Dallas, in a trembling voice, "is this true?","What does it matter if we do miss the train?" she insisted. "We can take the early one in the morning. We'll be home almost as soon.",Yes, the word "trousseau" ought to have a definite surname after it always, and that's why my loyalty dragged poor Mr. Carter out into the light of my conscience. The thinking of him had a strange effect on me. I had laid out the dream in dark grey-blue cloth, tailored almost beyond endurance, to wear in the train going home, and had thrown the old black silk bag across the chair to give to the hotel maid, but the decision of the session between conscience and loyalty made me pack the precious blue wonder and put on once more the black rags of remembrance in a kind of panic of respect.,"Because the room was in darkness, as you heard Jaggard say. To steal that stick the thief must have known its position on the wall.",Elinor smiled absently, and then burst out fervently, "Isn't it all gloriously workmanlike—the bare walls and smudged doors and the painty smell, too? It's so serious. Outside, the people regard a picture as a mere luxury, but in here, here," she said, exultantly, "it is absolutely the necessary thing in life.","Well?" demanded Jen, coldly, seeing the hesitation of the man.,"She was fearfully angry and warned me that if I said a word about the theft of the devil-stick I would be in danger of hanging my own mother.",CHAPTER XXII. FOR THE DEFENSE.,The major looked fixedly at the man.,"Why, what's that?" cried a voice, and all eyes were turned to the gaudy swaying globe. Before anyone could speak, Elinor gave another hard tug, tearing out the bottom of the lantern, and down came the shower of gay little gauze bags with their cargoes of bonbons, pell-mell on the heads of the crowd!,Leaf VIII. Melted.,"About Dido, sir?".