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"Because I overheard his apology to my mother for having put her handkerchief to such use," replied Isabella, with suspicious promptitude.,"Whose death? Isabella's or Mrs. Dallas'?",CHAPTER IX. AFTER THE DEED.,"We'll like it, all right enough, if you have a hand in it," Patricia assured him heartily.,Not a word was spoken till the door opened again, and Griffin with Doris Leighton and Miss Green came quickly in.,"Well," said Lady Meg, "it would seem that the devil-stick is the center of this mystery.","What fun it will be," she said, with the faintest tinge of sadness in her lovely voice. "It must be splendid to have a brother! I have always so longed for one.",Elinor responded promptly.,"Fire away, Scheherezade," she commanded, folding her arms in eager attention. "Unfold the tale of the letter of the long-lost twin brother of the three lovely sisters of——","Are you afraid of quarreling with him?","I'm not so sure of that," retorted Maurice; "I love Isabella, and come what may I intend to make her my wife.","I'm not so sure that it makes a bit of difference," said Patricia carelessly. "I've heard of people miles apart having the same idea at the same time. Patents are always being duplicated, you know.".