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Patricia cuddled down in the pillows again, with a chuckle.,"To see me!" said Maurice, looking at his rival. "Then why did you not go to 'Ashantee?'","Dido!",Judith, whose eyes were still wide with astonishment, touched her arm.,"I don't care for her hate," replied Maurice, carelessly. "It is a poor thing, and can not possibly harm me. But I mean to extricate you from her toils, and I don't care how she attempts to prevent our marriage. Surely Mrs. Dallas will not let herself be guided in so important a business by the will and feelings of that black wench.","That Miller girl needs a good rest," said Miss Jinny emphatically.,"Yes. To ask if I would see her mistress; a most unnecessary question.",Jen hesitated.,"When will you return?","No, Mr. Alymer, I don't hate you," replied the doctor, in a colorless tone. "Do you believe in palmistry?" he asked, suddenly.,"Then you want him to meet his fate of life in death!" said Etwald, curtly.,It was a melancholy procession which bore the body up to the house. Four men carried the bier--for it was nothing else since it bore the dead body of a young man--and behind came Major Jen bowed to the ground with sorrow. He could hardly believe that Maurice was dead--that he had perished upon a lonely country road by an unknown hand. But that was the question! Jen began to think the assassin was not unknown; that he had a clew to find the guilty one; and he waited the coming of Dr. Etwald with great impatience to see what his opinion was regarding the course to be pursued..