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CHAPTER XVII. THE STORY OF THE NIGHT.,"That's a good frog-song, Molly, and I believe I can git a squirrel with it, too, if I sing it quite low." He began to squirm out of my arms toward the table and the glass.,"I know, I know!" broke in Dido, impatiently. "But dat not to do wid me. De poison in your debble-stick.","I'm awfully sorry—" began Madalon, contritely, but Judith was too deeply disappointed to be very polite.,"But she can't be very far away," said Jen, hopefully. "I saw her in Deanminster, and thought she had gone there with a message from you.","Yes. I--I--I do love Miss Dallas.","I don't know anything about it, Etwald; but truth to tell, Maurice does not like you!","I didn't dream those uproarious creatures could be so serious. I wonder where they got that song," she said to herself as she slipped unnoticed out into the twilight of the corridor.,"They stole the body?","Not at all. He accused himself to shield the real person.","I shall find them.","Bah! you black parrot!" muttered Maurice scornfully and turned upon his heel. As he vanished down the walk Dido clapped her hands together with great satisfaction and began to sing in low tones. Her song was barbaric in words and strange beyond all telling in the music. It rose and fell, and moaned and drawled, in a curiously painful manner. In the drawing-room Mrs. Dallas had risen to her feet at the first deep contralto note, and now stood rocking herself to and fro with an expression of alarm on her face. Isabella was terrified in her turn by Dido's song and her mother's strange conduct, though by this time she should have been used to these eccentricities..