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"But surely, Uncle Jen, you don't look upon her as the guilty person!","I don't think this is very nice," she whispered as Bruce was exchanging a few words with the smiling proprietor in the little cage behind the tiny counter.,"You may break, you may shatter the vase as you will,,With regard to David Sarby, he had passed with the estate to Jen. The boy's father, a libertine, a drunkard and a confirmed gambler, had been forced, through his vices, to sell his ancestral home; and within a year of the sale he had dissipated the purchase money in debauchery. Afterward, like the sordid and pitiful coward he had always proved himself to be, he committed suicide, leaving his only son, whose mother had long since been worried into her grave, a pauper and an orphan.,CHAPTER IV. VOODOO! VOODOO!,The door clicked behind them and they set their faces to the sunset, and Greycroft, and home.,"No," he said, at length. "Mrs. Dallas has had nothing to do with it.","As a curiosity, I suppose. I've told you all he told me. But I refused to sell it to him, and he seemed greatly vexed, a display of irritation which in its turn vexed me. I was quite annoyed when I left him.","None at all. But the wind and rain were wild outside, so that they may have drowned the noise made by those who broke in.",Whereupon he returned to his house as though nothing had happened. Mrs. Dallas and Isabella came back to "The Wigwam," but without Dido. On the day when the trial terminated in so tragic a manner the negress disappeared, and with her the famous Voodoo stone.,Patricia looked her surprise. "Why, I thought you hadn't started it yet. You said you'd rush it off at the last moment without a bit of trouble.","I don't believe it.".