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It was Dido who spoke first. She noticed that the eyes of her mistress constantly strayed in the direction of "Ashantee," and with the jealousy begotten of deep affection, she guessed that the girl's thoughts were fixed upon the much-hated Maurice. At once she spoke reproachfully, and in the grotesque negro dialect, which, however, coming from Dido's mouth, inspired no one with merriment.,She was silent for a while, and then she sat up alive with enthusiasm.,"I promise you," said Jen again. "Please go. Miss Dallas. There is no time to be lost, and you must not be found here.",I went.,"It would seem that Dido has a great deal to do with these matters," said Etwald, looking up to the roof.,"What de doctor say?" asked Dido, in a low-voiced whisper.,"Major, major! Do not be too hard on me. I suffer--oh, how I suffer!",The lips that Patricia had designated as "nice and crinkly" widened in a bright smile that held no hint of hauteur.,"It's only a week," protested Margaret Howes, firmly. "We had to wait till the Board met, you know.",Let your answer be a kiss!","If the man had been guilty, he certainly would not offer the evidence of his guilt for sale. Where did he obtain this devil-stick?","I repeat," she piped, turning to Elinor with a jerky bow, "I repeat my question. Why were you admitted to our class without having worked in any antique or life classes before?".