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"No, no! I hope not," cried Jen, horrified at the idea.,"It can not be true," she murmured. "It is impossible.","Indeed, you did not. Dido. You did not inform me that by Dr. Etwald's directions you filled the devil-stick with poison, or that you steeped the handkerchief found in the room of Mr. Alymer in the same poison for the purpose of drugging my servant; or again, that you concealed yourself under the bed, and afterward drugged him.","What are you saying, Dido?" asked Battersea, his feeble intellect scared by the fierce gestures and the unknown tongue.,"Am I unjust in my hatred of you?" demanded Jen, getting on his feet. "I think not. Dr. Etwald. Your desire to marry Isabella, or rather her fortune, has been the cause of all these ills. Dido was only your instrument, whom you compelled to work by means of the Voodoo stone. That she betrayed you in the end was your punishment. I do not blame her so much as I do you. You alone are responsible for the death of those two poor lads of mine.","Dido," cried Mrs. Dallas, in a trembling voice, "is this true?","Good gracious, Molly, don't knock the town down like that! Let 'em have more than a week to get used to this white rag of a dress you've been waving in their faces for the last few days. Go slow!",It seemed an eternity till the door was grudgingly opened and a white-faced, gruff boy asked unrecognizingly what she wanted.,Patricia puckered her brow inquiringly.,"Yes. I knew her in the West Indies shortly before Isabella was born. It was through knowing me," explained the major, "that she came to this neighborhood and rented The Wigwam. You see, Maurice, I was one of the few people she knew in England, and she remained near me for company's sake, and"--here the major hesitated--"and because she was afraid of herself," he finished significantly.,"Paralysis?" suggested David, in a jesting manner, but with some seriousness.,"That gives me the creeps," she remonstrated. "I don't like it. It sounds like funerals and ghosts——".