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But Dido was like a upas tree, and the moral atmosphere with which she surrounded Isabella was slowly but surely making the girl morbid and unnatural. Mrs. Dallas, versed in the negro character, half-guessed this, but she was too indolent to have Dido removed. Moreover, strange as it may appear, she was more than a trifle afraid of the negress and her unholy arts.,Patricia shook her head. "She's with Griffin and Bottle Green," she answered under her breath. "What do you want her for?",Elinor looked at them with a little quick sigh of excited envy.,Patricia sorted them over rapidly before Elinor had reached the table.,"Do you think he knows anything?","Where is the devil-stick?" demanded Jen, wrathfully.,"David's was different also.",So I hurried and stuffed the grey-blue darling in the top tray, lapped the old black silk around my waist and belted it in with a black belt off a new green linen I had bought for morning walks—down to the butcher's in the High Street, I suppose. That is about the only morning dissipation in Hillsboro that I can think of, and it all depends on whom you meet, how much of a dissipation it is.,"No," said Dido, bluntly, "I say dat I in de room, but I no kill dat man.","Why not?" said Etwald, coolly. "Mrs. Dallas had no reason to steal the devil-stick, yet--","Yes, Mr. Alymer. Must! Must! Must! If you want an explanation of that you can ask--" Here Mrs. Dallas paused with a strange smile and added slowly: "Major Jen.","Yes, the devil-stick. I got it from the assassin of Mr. Alymer!".