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"I doubt it. But will you see Dido or shall I send her away?","Can we force her by threats to give evidence?" said Jen, angrily.,What I am, is just a poor foolish woman, who has a lot more heart than she can manage with the amount of brains she got with it at birth. I'm not any star in a rose-coloured sky, and I don't want to inspire anybody; it's too heavy an undertaking. I want to be a healthy, happy woman and a wife to a man who can inspire himself and manage me. I want to marry a thin man, and when I get to be thirty I want my husband to want me to be as large as Aunt Bettie, but not let me. An inspiration couldn't be fat, and I'm always in danger from hot cakes and chicken gravy.,Dido started, and cast an inquiring look at the impassive face of the white man.,"Life in death!" repeated Maurice, in puzzled tones. "And what do you mean by that mystical jargon, doctor?",Major Jen threw himself into a chair and frowned.,The words died on her tongue, as Elinor suddenly emerged from the portrait class door, her face radiant and with an exclamation of quick pleasure at the sight of them.,"Please, please, do tell us what it is! Suspense is so awful!",Major Jen wriggled uneasily in his seat, and carefully knocked the ash off his cigar. He disliked telling what appeared to him to be a silly story, but as such story bore strongly upon the present position of things, and as Maurice was impatiently waiting to be enlightened, Jen was forced to put his scruples on one side and speak out.,"Ah! That is what I wish to learn. Well?","Did you follow the trail?" asked the major, waiving the question of rain or no rain.,She watched Margaret Howes and Elinor till they turned into the screened entrance to the portrait room; then she turned to Patricia with easy friendliness..