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Overflows with shadows deep;,"What do you mean?" asked Maurice, turning his still frowning face toward this strange and enigmatic man.,When the last verse had been read and the laughter died down, Griffin raised her voice again.,"What is it?" demanded Jen, in a fever of excitement.,"Oh, then," said Etwald, turning toward Jen, "I am not to be accused of the murder.",Patricia played with the handle of the great glittering brass amphora that stood by the low stool where she sat. Her face was puzzled though not disquiet.,Harken to our even-song,,"Literary grandmother!" exclaimed Patricia scornfully. "She's a conceited chicken that thinks she's a nightingale because she can peep louder than some. Wait till you've had some of your stuff printed, Judy, before you boast. Anyone can scribble——","But could she prepare the special kind of poison required?","What you wish, sah?" she said, in a grave voice, as emotionless as that of Jen's.,"—and all these years I have walked the world, blindfolded to its loveliness with the blackness that came to me when I found that you—","As your adopted father, I demand an answer.".