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"Yis. Dat so.",Patricia looked at her with laughing eyes that gradually grew sober.,Judith's face assumed a smooth blankness that passed unnoticed by both Elinor and Patricia, now intent on finishing their breakfast and getting off.,"No! no! It was--it was--","The green stick with the gold handle which was placed among the weapons here. It is gone. What has become of it?","Stuff!" said Griffin energetically. "She'd be simply awful if she were thin. Aren't you coming in to see Naskowski's lion-tamer? He's showing it in the clay room.","The window open," said Jaggard, thoughtfully. "Then it must have been opened from the inside, sir.",Then her breath caught in her throat and her heart gave a sudden flop, for, as Elinor raised her left hand there was a flash and glitter of gems—a new splendid circle of diamonds scintillated on Elinor's third finger.,"You may laugh, but it's true, all the same," said Judith decisively. "And I'll prove it to you all before long—see if I don't.",The negress glared savagely at him.,"One moment, Miss Dallas!" he said, quickly. "Does David know about the theft of the devil-stick? That is," he added more precisely, "does he know that your mother stole it?",Patricia, absorbed in her own letter, merely grunted "Uh-huh" and turned the page. Then she burst out joyfully, "Well, of all people in the world! Listen, Norn. Miss Jinny is coming to town next week to stay four or five days, and she wants to know if we can get her a place here. Isn't that jolly!".