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"A poison-wand!" echoed Etwald, a sudden light showing in his cold eyes. "I never heard of such a thing.",A space was cleared in the center of the room, and there was a general rush to secure good positions. Patricia found herself separated from Elinor by a broad-shouldered Moslem whose slow speech revealed him as the good-natured Naskowski.,"Yes, Mr. Alymer," replied Etwald, deliberately, "it reminds me of a man who died.","I heard 'Chateaubriand,' anyway," retorted Judith triumphantly. "And that means beefsteak. So I did understand something, you see.",The mansion, with its flat roof and wide verandas, had a tropical look, and indeed it had been built by a retired Indian nabob at the beginning of this century. When he died the house had been sold, and now it was occupied by Mrs. Dallas, who leased it because of its suggestion of tropical habitation. She came from the West Indies, and had lived in "The Wigwam," as the house was called, for over ten years.,"Let's look at these rooms, Ju," she proposed, with a hand on the heavy curtain at her right.,"Git your night-gown and your tooth-bresh quick, Molly, if you want to pack 'em in my trunk!" he exclaimed with his eyes dancing and a curl standing straight up on the top of his head, as it has a habit of doing when he is most excited. "You can't take nothing but them 'cause I'm going to put in a rope to tie the whale with when I ketch him, and it'll take up all the rest of the room. Git 'em quick!","Where is Dr. Etwald?" demanded the major, anxiously.,"Mr. Maurice! God, sir, what does this mean?" he cried, aghast with sudden horror.,"Him great man!" said Dido, solemnly. "Him berry--berry great!","Yes, and in an easy manner. Never get married.","Really!" said Etwald, with pointed satire. "Was I as cruel as that!".